(EPOV)

(EPOV)

These last few days spent with Bella have been some of the most magical days of my life. We could sit and talk for hours, but we were usually interrupted by some sort of teenage problem. For example, Bella would have hours of homework to do, or she would have a class.

Chris was not very supportive of Bella and mine's relationship, if you can even call it that. He told me that I was endangering time by still being in this time era. But the only thing involved with time that I cared about, was if it would stand still. I didn't want the moments to go by so fast when Bella and I were together. Chris kept trying to persuade me to leave, to go back to "where I belong", but where I belonged was with Bella. I would not leave unless she told me too.

These few days I have been here have seemed to flow into a comfortable pattern. I would get up, meet Bella for breakfast and a lovely café, walk her to her mourning class, meet her for lunch, walk her to her afternoon classes, pick her up from her last class, and we would go, finally, to the meadow.

When I woke up this mourning I thought it would be the same, until Bella didn't meet me for breakfast. I went to her dorm room, but her roommate, Molly, answered the door.

"Hello Molly, is Bella here this mourning? She was supposed to meet me for breakfast, but she didn't show, I was just wondering if…"I started to explain, but she cut me off.

"Edward, Bella is…not going to be able to meet you for breakfast today, and probably for a while. Something….came up." Molly said, which added to my already worried state for Bella.

"Well is she here? Can i…"I started to ask, but the ginger cut me off….again.

"She's not talking to anyone. Maybe you should go." She said, in a strict tone.

When she saw that I wasn't moving an inch, she commanded me, "Edward, Leave. It's what Bella needs right now."

I could not argue with that, if it was best for Bella. So I turned and left, without another word. I could here the door shut as I trampled down the stairs.

As I walked back to the Chris's dorm room, the thoughts of what could be going on took over my mind. I needed to be with Bella, I needed to hold her, and to tell her whatever was going on would be okay.

I got back to the dorm, and Chris was gone. Fine, I wanted to be alone. I didn't want to have to explain myself to that uncompassionate buffoon.

As I sat on the sofa, being tortured with my thoughts, there was a knock on the door. I open the door and to my shock, I was welcomed with a warm hug. It wasn't just any hug; it was Bella's warm embrace. It felt like hours that we stood there holding each other, until I remembered that I needed to ask her something of great importance. I pulled away, and looked at her. Her eyes were red, from crying I suppose, she had no make-up on, and her hair was a mess. She was absolutely beautiful and perfect.

"Bella, what's the matter? Tell me what's wrong." I said attempting to soothe her. Then her eye's started to produce tears, then I took her over to the sofa, and rocked her as the sobs shook through her like lightening.

"My parents…," She cried, "Are…there….." More tears flowed over those brown eyes as she tried to explain, "Edward. My parents…died." She finished. Once I put everything together, I held her to me and let her explain anything, and everything she wanted to tell me about the situation.

Two hours and 5 cups of hot chocolate later, everything was explained, and Bella was in much better condition then she had been.

Bella told me her parents were on there way to come pick her up for the holiday season, since it's close to Christmas and all, and the snow started to come down heavily. They couldn't see, and it was slippery. A very dangerous combination. They were hit by another ongoing truck, dealing with the same conditions. Her parents died instantly.

We sat there staring out of the dorm room's window for hours, not talking. Just sitting there, watching the snow come down quietly on the cold December ground. Bella was tired, and right before she seemed to drift off into a heavy sleep, she told me;

"Edward? I love you."

And then sleep had captured her mind and taken her to happier places, places that would soothe her heart for the time-being.

She loved me, and I loved her. I would tell her so, as soon as she woke up. She lost love today, but she gained it in me. I will fix her broken heart and spirits. She had my heart from this moment on. She was my everything. I knew there would be no more, "her and I." there would only be… "Us." And I wouldn't have it any other way.