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Chapter 9

Dry tears written in red.

"Edward?" I repeated taking a step towards him once I realized the emotion behind his eyes.

He took a milimeter of a step back, but my heightened senses allowed me to know this. "Bella," he started. "I know I can't make up for the things i've done."

"Your right Edward, you can't," I said sourly.

Ignoring me he continued. "I truly thought this was all for the best. I thought this would all get better, and that you would forget. Alice warned me it wouldn't work, and deep down I knew she was right but I had hoped the opposite. I just didn't want to endanger your life anymore than I had."

I scoffed and crossed my arms, "Really? You didn't want to endanger my life? Well bravo genius, your fool proof plan worked."

"I know," he gazed at the floor. "When you took off from home and ended in that alleyway, Alice saw it all. She told me everything, but still I denied it. I knew that it was unsafe to get you now, but I also knew that you had enough control to not let it take over you."

"Well you were right about one thing. It didn't take over me, and I didn't need your help."

"I realize that, and i'm so proud of you Bells. You proved me wrong, and thats why i'm here," he shifted uncomfortably from foot to foot.

"So you think that you can just come here out of no where? Walk back into my life and be greeted with open arms? Are you really that thick?" I practically screamed.

"No, I don't expect to just be pardoned with no consequence... look, I just wanna say i'm really sorry about all of this, and..." he paused as I shifted slightly, quickly looking from me to the door and back.

Noticing his momentary pause and this action, I was able to stop him. "What's wrong with you. You look scared... of me."

"Well, I..." he sighed. "Bella, just tell me right out. Was your final decision to kill me?"

"What?!" I almost shouted, taken back by this question.

"Alice had a vision of... well of you, pretty much murdering me. But she's had so many different scenerios and some im a little uncomfortable with. Also, I mean if looks could kill, I would say a few days ago thats exactly what would've happened," he explained.

"Edward, i'm not going to murder you," I answered, still slightly shocked.

"Well, you should," he sighed again placing his head in his hands.

I stood silent, and stunned. I didn't know how to reply to this one. Was it truly how he felt? Or was this just an act to get me to feel sorry for him? Thats when I noticed it. Sitting on the coffee table in front on him was an opened map of Italy. I quickly looked up at his solemn eyes and looked back down on the paper and stared wide eyed and the large red circle. Underneath it were written two words.

VOLTERRA, ITALY