I wake up the following morning feeling subdued. My head is pounding. It takes a couple of seconds for the reason to come back to me. And then in a rush I remember it all, I saw him, he's here. I draw in a large, sharp breath before I open my eyes, turn my head and see him standing by my window. It is a dull, overcast morning but I find myself thinking about how he would look if the sun was shining, his perfect marble skin sparkling, I feel a tear roll down from the corner of my eye, landing on the pillow, I close my eyes again and turn away.

I feel his cool, feather like touch on my cheek.

'Bella?'

'What is it?'

'Will you please look at me?' he sounds strange, strained.

I turn to face him, opening my eyes, I have never been able to deny him.

'I know I have hurt you, I know I will never be able to make amends, but I need to know whether I have even the slightest chance'

'Chance?'

'With you'

'What about me?'

He looks exasperated. 'I told you last night, I want you back'

That makes me sit up.

'No. No you didn't. That is not what you said. I would have remembered that.' I babble.

'I told you I missed you, and that I wanted to beg your forgiveness.'

'Exactly, in no way was that you telling me you want to get back together.'

I don't actually believe we are having this conversation. It makes no sense to me. Am I dreaming? Owww, no definitely not dreaming, wow I give good pinch.

I throw the covers off me, he steps back and I get out of bed, walking into the bathroom in search of painkillers. Tylenol. Now to the kitchen to find something to take these babies with. He is following me.

'It was inferred, Bell'

'No it wasn't, Edward'

I am fumbling with the tablets, trying to get them out. He walks up to me takes them out of my hands and gives me two of them, a second later he gives me a glass of water to take them with.

'Thank you'

He just looks at me.

'I don't understand what you are doing here' I ask, my voice catching.

'I told you, I've missed you.'

'You left, not me. I would have went anywhere with you.' There are tears in my eyes.

He closes his eyes as if he's in pain. 'I know.'

'That was six years ago.'

He just nods.

'Why now?'

'Rose and Em..'

I cut him off, he doesn't need to finish that sentence.

'You read their minds.' It's not a question.

He nods. And I understand. I see through my pain, he doesn't really want me back. He has seen the pain he has caused me through their minds and he want to make it stop. I know that I have to make him understand that I don't blame him for this. I am the one who fell hopelessly, irrevocably in love with him, I don't blame him for not feeling the same way, I never have. I can't, I don't, I would never expect him to stay with me when it is not what he needs, what he wants. I just need to make him see this.

'Edward, you don't need to do this.' He looks like he is about to say something but I cover his lips with my finger before he can open his mouth. If he interrupts I don't think I will be able to get through it all. 'You don't need my forgiveness, you've done nothing wrong. You can't blame yourself for my reaction to you leaving. I loved you so much and it hurt, but that isn't unusual. If you look at most break-ups out there, one person usually hurts more than the other, but they get over it. I'm getting over it, it's just taking me a while.'

'Bella'

'No, listen. Pretending to want me back it's not going to work. I know you want to make me feel better, that's just who you are, but you left for a reason, you didn't want me, all those feelings, all your feelings they are still there and they are not going to go away just so you can try to make everyone else feel good. You can't live a lie.'

'I know Bella will you please just listen to me.' He takes my head between his hands and looks deeply into my eyes. 'I don't want to live a lie anymore. I. Love. You. I should never have left you.'

I go to take his hands off my face, knowing that I am not strong enough to budge them but seeing my intent he releases me. I take a step back. I am confused again. 'I'm sorry what?'

'I lied. That day in the woods, I lied. I love you, I have always loved you. I should never have left you.'

'Oh.' That's all I can say, I think back on everything, on the whole last six years of my life, the pain I went through, I am still going through. The people that have suffered with me. Everything that I have done, that I ended up never doing, my eyes fill with tears again and then I look up at this glorious creature stood in front of me, who I have loved so fully every single damn day. I can't even remember a time when my whole being wasn't centred around him. I look at him standing there in the kitchen of my tiny little apartment.

And I am pissed.