Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight. Stephanie Meyer does.

AN: Hello to everyone who reviewed my story, thanks so much, i really love you guys. Sorry that there was such a large gap between updates. I have had some extremeeeee writers block. Also I am now co-writing this story with my best friend ever AlwaysBettingOnAlice aka Chloe, so yeah, if the story sounds different to you that is why.Also i would like to give a shout out to my new and wonderfully amazing beta Shaps. Go read her stories, they amaze me :D k well here we goooo...

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BPOV

I sat across the table from Jared. He had both of my small hands clasped in his huge, brown ones. His hands were inexplicably sweaty. And still there was no spark, as much as I wished for it.

"Jared?" I said. He looked up at me. "Chloe has a play date with a friend today. I'm gonna go take her. Ok?"

I really needed an excuse to get out of there. Her play date wasn't for an hour and a half – but I thought I could just drive slowly and take a lot of detours.

"Uhh… sure. Which friend?" He looked concerned. Still. Good Lord, I wasn't a cancer patient; he didn't need to look at me like I was dying or something.

"A little girl named Grace from her daycare." (I know, I know, the friend is named after me. I couldn't resist. Too bad I'm not 5!)

"Oh, well, that's alright I guess. I'm going to go to the park later, to work on this great little project I've discovered." He winked. "Meet me there?"

"Ok..." I didn't know he was working on a project. Maybe it was something for work? I never know these days. He must have told me at some point, I might not have heard him. Hmm...

-- a few minutes later --

"CHLOE! Come downstairs, we need to leave now!" I tried not to sound like I was shouting, but I was. Chloe was in her room innocently playing Polly Pockets.

Not too long after I called her I heard pattering little five-year old footsteps begin on the stairs. "MOMMY GUESS WHAT?!" she yelled as she launched herself into my knees.

"What sweetie?" She seemed genuinely excited – but since she was only five it couldn't have been of great importance.

"I'M GONNA BE A STAR!!" she screamed. I sighed, took her little hand and walked out the door with her.

EPOV

I stood in our foyer and looked out of the expansive window. I honestly did not know why Carlisle made us come back here. We had houses in several countries all over the world. I sat on the window seat and began reliving that day… again. The day that seemed to play over and over in my mind like a broken record.

I slowly and delicately pulled her face closer to mine, as if she was a piece of fine china. Quickly, before I lost my nerve, I pressed my lips to hers. She jolted beneath me… but didn't pull away. I could barely think, my lips burned into hers and electricity ran up and down my body. I wondered if she felt it too.

Slowly, she began to kiss me back. I was ecstatic! Her lips were warm, alive, and unsure. It was intoxicating. If I could have kissed her forever, I would have. Slowly I pulled away. I knew there was several things I need to convey that unfortunately for me could not be told through kissing.

"When I look at you I see every wonderful thing a person can be." My voice was huskier then it had ever been. Lord, I wanted her... more than anything. "I see a beautiful, wonderful, caring person; I see someone who I want to spend my life with, I see the person who stole my heart, I see someone who is everything I ever wanted and everything I ever needed, and I see someone who is much too good for me." I brought my hand down her cheek, shoulder, and back, until it came to rest on her prefect hip. She looked so shocked. "I love you." I breathed.

Suddenly, I was unsure and scared; what if she turned me down? But at the same time I was confident and sure that at least I had told her. If I had a heart it would be racing, she made me feel human again. She made me feel alive.

I sighed. Why did she run? She said she loved me. Was I just a game to her? Play with the dead heart of a vampire until it broke?

BPOV

"Goodbye Chloe, promise you will be good for Ms. Sullivan." I had called on my way over and asked if the play date could be moved up, making some excuse as to why I had to get rid of Chloe so early.

"I PROMISE!" I assumed Chloe had a thing for yelling today. She usually picked up these various dramatic phases, but they always eventually dissipated.

"Bye Chloe; thanks again Alison!" I walked back to the car, and glanced at my watch. 11:30. I had a half hour to kill before I went to meet up with Jared.

Since I was feeling fairly masochistic today, I decided to drive by the old Cullen house. I turned the dials on my car's radio until I came to one of my favorite classical stations. Claire De Lune was playing. I groaned, I guessed today was meant to be hard for me.

As I drove down the once familiar road I let myself relive the day that had been fresh in my mind since it had happened.

I could never do what he had just done. I was in shock. This angel, my angel loved me. He had no intentions to reject me. I didn't repulse him. He loved me. I could barely get my mind around it.

But in that moment, I knew. I loved him too. He was my soul mate, my other half. This man, this wonderful man, was meant for me. And only me. The plain, shy, unremarkable girl. He was all mine!

I placed my warm, shaking hand on his frozen cheek. His eyes were closed and they fluttered at my touch. My tears had stopped, but I was racked with tremors. My nervousness was getting the better of me before I had even opened my mouth. I was scared. So, so, so scared. My brain was attacked with 'What If?' scenarios, immediately unseating my confidence.

I slowly leaned my face closer to his ear.

"I love you too," I whispered. My voice shook. He quickly leaned forward again, coming for a kiss. But I pulled away. I took my hand from his face, and slowly left. He didn't try to follow me.

I didn't know why I was doing this. I didn't think I could take it anymore. Love… It was such a scary thing. I didn't know if I could handle it. All of it, all at once.

The tears came again, and this time harder. I began to run. I didn't know where I was going, or why. All I knew was that I had to get away.

Something caught my foot and I fell to the ground. Sobs racked my body. I needed him here. I needed him with me or I wouldn't be complete. But I was scared.

I was destined to run away. Forever.

EPOV

As I was gazing out the window, torturing myself with visions of the girl I hadn't seen for ten years I saw a red mini van drive up the road adjacent to my house. That's odd... I thought. Not many people came around this way. Slowly the car came to a stop and the front door opened.

Now I was alert. I stood up and made my way to the door. As I walked out, I saw a young woman walk around the car and stand perfectly still, looking at the house.

I gasped.

Bella.

BPOV

I slowly came to a stop and came out to look around. These grounds held so many memories for me it was almost painful. Suddenly I saw a young bronze haired man apprehensively come out of the house.

I gasped.

Edward.

I felt my legs begin to run of their own accord. He was here! And so was I! The most wonderful person I'd ever had the fortune to meet was back. I was overjoyed.

He stood frozen on the ground. As I was about to reach him he sharply turned his back to me. I slowed. I was standing directly behind him and he was still ignoring me.

Was this real? Was he real? Why didn't he look at me? Wasn't he happy to see me? What was happening??

His stony silence was killing me. Especially knowing that there was nothing I could do.

"I never forgot you." My voice was barely a whisper.

All of my former confidence and assuredness had vanished. He kept his back to me as he slowly spoke.

"I know." His voice was laced by every emotion under the sun, creating the deadliest combination I had ever heard.

I felt a tear slip down my cheek. That one single tear was my undoing. My knees buckled under me and I fell to the grass. I began sobbing, and screaming, and kicking and thrashing in a manner that was reminiscent of Chloe when she was in a fit.

Sometime during my childish seizure of emotion he had turned and bent over me.

"Bella…" he whispered. "Please calm down." His icy hand touched my bare shoulder. I gasped and instantly quietened. My eyes slowly opened and I dared to look at his perfect visage.

What a mistake it was. My imagination had not done this perfect, beautiful man any justice. The tears were slow and mournful when they escaped this time. I was grieving for my lost love; my lost soul mate.

"How is your..." he cleared his throat, "…your husband." He choked on the word, as if it were hard for him to say.

"Fine, as far as I know. I'm meeting him at the park in an hour." The sudden normalcy of our conversation was poisoned with the undertone of heart break.

"And your daughter? Chloe?"

"Also fine. She is at a play date."

"I see."

The suddenly his lips were on mine. Or was it mine on his?

Electric tremors ravaged my body. I locked my arms around his neck and pulled him closer. I relished in the other worldly taste I had missed for so long.

Then the cage of my arms was broken. His eyes were black as pitch and his face was twisted with anger. He stood up and yanked me to my feet in a manner that was anything but gentle.

"Go."

He had gone from caring to murderous in the space of time it took for me to kiss him. The kiss was the kind I had forgotten existed; a kiss that was laced with love and desire.

He was fuming once I was able to stand up straight. "Do you know how wrong this is?!"

Hmm... it must have been my lips...

"How wrong what is…?" I was confused. He seemed so willing earlier. I could feel a pout pulling my lips down. I hadn't pouted in forever.

"You're married! And you go ahead and kiss me with intentions we both know neither of us can fulfil."

"Oh… I guess you're right, plus the age difference." A blush was rapidly spreading onto my cheeks. I had made a fool of myself.

"Yes, Bella, believe me, I know what you have gone through, and I know I am partially responsible. But you are also responsible. I came to you; I put myself out there for you! And you ran from me. I still don't know why, but you ran. So when my father said we had to move, I went with them. We have been here too long, and we really should not be here now. So please Bella, for my sake and for yours, don't start anything you can't finish."

"Start something I can't finish?" What was he talking about?! Jasper would be having a nightmare with every emotion coming out of this guy. Sadness, passion, love, regret, anger, and several others that I was pretty sure didn't even have names yet!

"Yes, don't kiss me like that, knowing it will end soon. Don't talk to me with such conviction, knowing you are married. Don't act like you love me when you know you don't. Don't tell me you love me when we both know you're going to run…" his shoulders stated to shake, and he began to dry sob. "Go, Bella. Go to meet your Jared. Your stable, solid, human Jared. Your Jared who won't ever leave you since you're married to him. Ha! Marriage."

He started to walk back into his house. "Edward?"

He didn't respond.

So I walked back to my car. Jasper would be having a field day if he were near me. I couldn't even make sense of my emotions. I mean, why all of a sudden was I thinking of the Cullen's like I was still close with them? Why was I blowing off Jared to see a seventeen year old vampire who I hadn't seen in five years?!

I sighed slowly as I slid the key into the ignition. The car sputtered and coughed, then was silent.

"Dammit!" I yelled. This had never happened before! It just up and died! And in front of the old Cullen house of all places.

I was right. This day was meant to suck.

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AN: Well there ya go the much awaited chapter 4!! Sorry about the different font thing if it shows up. I had to copy and paste from an email since i wrote half of this at my moms house and usually i write at my dads. So yeah REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW!! please. because reveiws seriously do tell me what i could do or what was confusing or what you think. they really make my day. :D