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Watch Over Me by Bernard Fanning

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When the intertwined pair physically disentangled from each other, Edward silently led Bella to the place they first met.

He was bringing them to the place their story began.

He had a beautiful array of various flowers placed amongst his beloved family's graves.

There two white roses were placed against the erected stone.

Bella's mind seemed to be screaming at her, it was a forgotten memory.

Edward knelt and picked up the roses and he glanced back at Bella.

She was staring at nothing as clouded memories flooded every sense.

Bella closed her eyes as her body recognized this place, this image of Edward as he held white roses in front of this exact headstone. It was like Bella was looking at herself as a child through her own reflection on a transparent pond.

Innocent eyes looked at a very sad red headed boy; he was trying not to cry.

Her daddy and his fallen face.

It was cold, Bella could smell the burning of wood from fireplaces.

Bella was sad for the boy because he lost his roses.

She wanted to make the boy happy; she looked at three white roses in her gloved chubby hands.

Releasing her father's hand Bella walked to the sad boy with her roses.

She remembered as she walked to the boy with her roses…

Grandma Swan who secretly taught Bella about wishes, when Bella was a sad little girl.

Grandma Swan who showed Bella her garden. Grandma Swan who pulled a petal from a pretty pink flower and Grandma Swan who whispered her wish to a giggling Bella.

Bella remembered her mother Renee kissing Charlie silly when he brought her bouquets of all sorts of pretty flowers, they were so happy and in love. Bella's giggles were goofy when she saw them do this.

Bella gave the sad red headed boy with white band-aids her roses.

He was still sad.

She told him her and Grandma Swan's secret.

She made a wish for the sad boy.

"Dear God, let the sad boy be happy, let him fall in love like my mommy and daddy and always have plenty of flowers so he can get lots of kisses…please," Bella silently wished with a prayer and let the petal fall.

She turned around and also knew that kisses always made her boos-boos feel better, and the sad boy had lots of boo-boos.

She let the boy know she wished for him and gave him a kiss to make him feel better.

She stared at the boy with pretty green eyes and she saw him cry, that was good, she always felt better when she cried too.

Walking back to her daddy, who was crying too Bella turned and saw the little boy had a lot of tears running down his face without the band-aid. She gave him a smile because she made a wish and gave him a kiss, he was her friend.

She waved to let the sad boy know she was leaving with her daddy and mommy.

Bella's eyes popped open and her tears rained down like the heavens on a gloomy day.

Edward was standing there with the two roses held out for her to take, his eyes seeking her for recognition. He saw it and his eyes shined.

"You saved my life that day Bella," he whispered hoarsely, his emotions made his throat so tight. "No one else…just you…it always has been you."

Bella's chin quivered and she softly cried out a low weeping sound. Her eyes darted quickly to the right and her face turned as she lightly staggered back from this revelation.

It was silent for awhile in the cemetery.

A few birds sang, and the trees leaves lightly rustled from the summer breeze. Clouds now covered them in a gray blanket. Rain drops started to fall slowly from the hovering puffs of gray. They chinked against some hard stone and disappeared quietly into the waiting green earth.

Bella took a deep breath and looked at Edward, who was just silently watching her with a look she couldn't decipher.

She didn't wipe her soaked face, she simply let the warm salty tears trickle slowly just like the warm summer rain.

"I remember you were so sad, the saddest boy I had ever seen," her voice was strangled from the overwhelming emotions. "My parents always joked that I wanted to fix the world. If it was broken I was drawn to it. They always said I had the Midas Touch because I had a gift of healing," Bella laughed at the irony of this whole situation without humor, but it sounded so very broken.

"But I couldn't heal them. I saw them, Edward. They were chaperoning our Prom because my father had seen to many drunk teens wreck their cars and injure or kill themselves on Prom night. I was in a limo with my group of friends. We were following my parents…my dad saw him first, the man crossed lanes…he was heading straight for the limo," Bella wailed to Edward as she fell back onto her behind and gripped her hair. She was rocking back and forth.

"Charlie swerved and forced his car into the drunks…I saw it…my parent's car tumbling and skidding all over the road," Bella gulped for air as she howled in her pain of remembrance. "Their bodies…oh God their bodies…I saw them flail and jerk…I jumped out before it even stopped and heard it… the noise ravaged metal, shattering glass, my parents horrific screams.

The car stopped on its roof…my friends were pleading with me to stop, not to touch my parents…I didn't listen…I didn't listen…I saw them…I smelt it…the blood…the totaled car…the deployed airbags…my mother was so broken, Edward…her face was gone…I couldn't see her face…her arm was dangling…I asked for someone to help me…no one would help me…not until the ambulance came…I crawled around the car to my dad…his neck was broken…I couldn't heal them," Bella screamed at herself as she clawed at her hair.

Edward knelt down next to her and gently tugged her damaging hands away from her hair. Her fingers held clumps of it. He held her hands in his as she tore at his already scarred hands. He leaned forward and pressed his own trembling face against hers. Their noses touched, his lips moved silently with every harsh breath he took as he breathed her heartache in.

Two broken hearts had begun their journey to healing that rainy afternoon…together.

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Rose was leaning back on Edward's extremely comfortable couch. Ace had her head in her lap as Rose ran her hands through her dark hair.

"Tell me about your mother?" Ace asked Rose quietly.

Rose smiled a sad smile and kept running her fingers through Ace's hair.

"Her name was Vera and she was a southern beauty. She and my father met when she was at some tryouts for cheerleading at Texas Tech. He was the school's famous handsome quarterback. He had a head full of black curly hair. Mom had huge blonde hair that she poofed so high that Dad said it could be spotted a mile away. She had freckles all over and a smile that showed more of her gums than her teeth," both friends laughed at this. "She was a classic beauty Dad always said. She blew him off the entire football season saying he wasn't her type. Dad was always so mad with her because he wasn't used to girls saying no to him.

She was obsessed with Bon Jovi and drank Coca-Cola like water. She was known as the clown in her group of friends. She always had everyone laughing at her for some goofy reason. Her yearbook quoted her saying her aspirations and goals were making her children laugh so hard that their tummy's hurt so she could kiss it better.

At the end of the season Dad finally got her to agree, under one condition. She made him promise no boring dinner and movie date. So he took her roller skating which he ended up with a sprained ankle that night and his never ending love for her. She went out with him again and after a few more dates, they were steady. Then eventually they got married.

She always wanted to name her daughter Rosalie, after one of her childhood friends. So when they found out they were having a baby girl they set up my nursery with the name Rosalie embroidered on everything. She painted little pink and yellow roses on the walls, her two favorite colors.

Then when I was ten she got really sick. She lost so much weight and lost her beautiful blonde hair. A year later she passed away, leaving my father devastated. He has never gotten over her; he loves her still to this day like he did when they got married.

He misses her so much, but I do too you know," Rose said rhetorically as she swiped at her face to remove some tears.

Ace turned to look at Rose and soothed her face with gentle fingertips.

"Yeah, I know you do Rose…I bet she was a really good mother," Ace said sitting up as Rose squeezed her eyes while nodding her head. Ace enveloped Rose into her tiny arms as Rose cried into Ace's embrace.

One very broken girl comforted another; together they were rebuilding their damaged hearts.

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Esme sauntered over to the man who sat behind a huge expensive desk. Her make-up impeccable so he could tear it up just the way he liked it. Her hair twisted, pulled, and pinned so he could ravage and shred it, he craved it.

Her chest was squeezed into a bright red satin and lace corset that tied in the back. Her thighs were pressed tightly together by a very short and tight black leather skirt. Her claves and knees dressed up in thigh high stockings. Her feet were aching because of the very tall and thin heeled stilettos that wrapped around her ankle so he could slash at them.

His voice crackled like a heavy smoker's. His face battered and scarred from years of dangerous living. He had black hair that was streaked with white that met his chin. He had perfect white teeth with one yellow gold one on his bottom incisor.

He was a big man, like a heavyweight boxer. He had dark menacing eyes and incorrectly healed scars that ran around them.

He laughed a very dry sounding laugh when he saw her approach.

"Esme, it is a pleasure," he greeted in his cracked deep voice.

She smiled and gave a saucy smile. "Same here, Garrett."

His eyes slowly trailed across her curves letting his body respond to her attire, he loved seeing her like this.

He lifted his eyebrows slightly. "Is this business or pleasure?"

Esme smirked and sauntered over to him. She ran a long fake nail along his wrecked jaw.

"I missed you, and I need some money," she simpered then ran her tongue across her bottom lip slowly.

He could smell her favorite drink lingering on her breath, some whiskey on her lips.

He knew she cost a good amount but for good reason. She was worth every penny.

She gave the most seductive strip show he has ever had the pleasure of viewing.

Her way was classy.

Rarely did she actually sleep with a client, but her pretty mouth did just fine.

She worked in a strip club until a few years back, and then she became an escort.

Esme could hang on anyone's arm and everyone would turn their heads, she fit right in. All the time.

The only issue is that she was known as a drunk and has been involved with the wrong types of people.

Garrett narrowed his eyes and snapped his fingers. His two bodyguards stepped out as Garrett stood and crooked a meaty finger at Esme.

"C'mere," he commanded. She knew what he liked and if she wanted him to pay she would do it.

She would be his for the rest of the week.

Her body swayed just right as she sauntered over to him.

Their bodies were so close they could feel each others heat.

Reaching up with his very large rough hand, he yanked so hard on her perfectly primped hair it brought tears to Esme's eyes. He loved to watch her mascara run down that pretty face.

His rough cracked voice lowered to a frightening whisper. "Beg me to tear you up Esme."

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I am sorry this was so short but Edward's story is next so that is going to be epic plus emotionally trying. So I will have that posted in a couple of days.

Uh-oh what is Esme into?

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