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Edward's POV

When I got back to my apartment, Bella wasn't there. I hadn't really expected her to be…but still, it was disappointing. So, I sent her a text.


"Bella, I'm so sorry for doing that…I'm sorry! Where are you?" then, I waited. And waited. And waited some more. Half an hour later, still no reply.

I guess she's really mad at me. Can't say I blame her. I sighed and ran my hand through my hair, making it even messier than it usually was. It was something I did when I was anxious. Maybe I should just give her some space for a while? I'd never quite figured out if that was one of the stupid things that guys did or not…

Bella's POV

I sat down on my bed, looking at the bits and pieces of my poor, innocent phone that I had destroyed when I threw it against the wall.

Great. Now I had to buy myself a new phone too.

I groaned and kicked my shoes off.

Oh great. I'd left all of Adele's Christmas presents at Edward's. What else? Oh, yeah. I had three of his tee shirts, one pair of his pants, and one of his jackets. I'd have to give those back too.

Okay, that's it. I'm going to take a nice, long, hot shower.

Edward's POV

I had been staring up at my ceiling for the past hour, how pathetic. I sat up slowly, and heard my back pop.

This giving her space thing was going to be a lot harder than I thought.

I mean, she was my entire life! How was I supposed to live without my life? And a better question yet, how the hell was I supposed to say I was sorry for something like this? Maybe flowers would be a good start…I jumped up off the couch and ran out the door. Was it lucky that there was a florist less than a block away? Yes. However, it was closed on Sundays.

As I walked back towards the apartment, I wondered how long I was supposed to give her. A day? Two? Three?

I don't think I could last more than a day. Tomorrow was Monday. I had hour long lessons at 10:00, 1:30, 4:00, and 6:00. At least I would be busy...the doorman, Rob, gave me a sympathetic look as I walked by, seeming like he knew exactly what I was going through. For all I knew, he did. As I rode the elevator up to the ninth floor I started coming up with the plan for tomorrow. I stepped out of the elevator and fumbled with my keys, trying to find the right one for my door. I finally managed to find the right one.

If we can make it through this, I have to get a copy made for Bella…Maybe ask her to move in with me. I thought.

Yes, I was taking things fast, but the part of town that she lived in really made me nervous. Me? I could take a couple of the guys that hung around her apartment building. Bella? No way. Sure, she'd put up a good fight but…

I shook my head, refusing to think about that idea.

I had more than enough space for her. I had two extra bedrooms, an extra bathroom…I wasn't going to be expecting anything.

But, of course, there was no way for me to be able to broach the subject without her thinking that I was, so…for now, it was out of the question, not to mention the fact that I was already trying to figure out the best to apologize for something massively stupid I'd done.

Let's see…what does Bella love? Books. My piano playing. Chocolate. Flowers. Coffee, even though she had an extremely low tolerance for it. My clothes. I dropped my keys on the little table in the hallway, kicked off my shoes, hung up my jacket on one of the empty hooks. I walked to the back room of my apartment and started cleaning it up, since I was giving lessons tomorrow. There was one of Bella's many notebooks on the desk, and I flipped it open, starting to read.

"Come on…please? It's my favorite." She had been asking me to play one of the songs that I'd written. I smiled, thinking about my attempts to compose a song specifically for her. So far, nothing was right. Then, I was hearing a tune in my head…I set the notebook down and strode over to the piano, sitting down at it. I closed my eyes and listened to the music in my head, trying to hear the notes. Got it. I thought, as my fingers touched the keys.

Bella's POV

The shower didn't really help…it relaxed me, but it didn't help me to stop thinking about Edward. I gave it up as a lost cause as I pulled on a blue tee shirt, one of Edwards, and his track pants. I sat down on the couch and turned on my TV, trying to find something decent to watch on the local channels. News…news…more news…I sighed and settled on just watching a news channel while I munched on a bowl of cereal. It was around seven-thirty when someone knocked.

I jumped up and ran to the door, flinging it open…but it wasn't Edward. Of course it wasn't. It was just Emmett.

"Hey…I just wanted to see if you were home yet…I've sent you five texts." I just looked at my brother standing out in the hallway.

I stepped forwards and flung my arms around him, burying my face in his stomach.

"Whoa! Hey…what's the matter?" he said in surprise, then concern. He wrapped one of his huge arms around me, and patted my head with his other hand. After a minute he scooped me up in his arms and carried me back inside, kicking the door shut, and sat down with me on the couch.

"What's wrong? Are you hurt? Do I need to take you to the hospital? Should I go beat up Edward?" he asked, sounding a little panicked. I smiled a little through my tears. Oh Emmett…he would probably try, and possibly succeed, to beat up an alligator if it took a snap at me. Without lifting my head up off his chest, my hands started to trace the words in the air.

"Mom sent me a picture message of Adele today." I told him, still crying a little. He smoothed down my hair with one of his big hands.

"Okay…do you miss her? Is she okay?" If possible, he sounded a little more worried than he had before. He loved being an uncle, especially to a little girl like Adele, even if he hated her dad. I nodded.

"She's doing fine. And I do miss her…but that's not it. Edward looked at the message. He knows about her…and when he found out, he left!" I finished, starting to cry harder. I felt the rumble building in Emmett's chest before I heard the growl.

"He just left? What the hell?" He said, no longer sounding worried, but furious.

"And I threw my phone at the wall." I pointed at the mangled remains of it on my bed. He stared at them in shock.

"Wow…nice throw, Bell." He commented in an awed voice. I hid my face in his chest again, still crying. I hadn't cried all afternoon, and it felt good to finally let it out.

So…my brother held me while I cried. By the time I was completely finished, Rose had come over to check on us twice and it was 8:55. I could feel myself about to drift asleep, worn out from crying so much. Emmett tucked me into my bed and turned the heater up.

"You're going to be okay now?" he asked. I nodded sleepily.

"Okay. Remember, me and Rose are right next door if you need anything. I love you, Kid." He said, leaning over me and kissing my forehead. He turned out the lights and left, locking my door behind him. I didn't have to wait long for sleep to come, just a few minutes. As I was about to drift off I thought.

"Don't dream of Edward."

Yeah, right.

Edward's POV

I'd been staring at the TV screen for two hours. I didn't even know what the show was, I think it was a Mexican game show. I glanced over at the corner that I had given to all of the stuff that Bella had left behind. I hoped that when I gave those to her that it wouldn't be like one of those break up situations, awkward, exchanging boxes of stuff that you'd given each other. I was startled by someone pounding on my door. I got up slowly and walked down the hall, passing the mirror. Whoa. I looked terrible, I have to say. My hair was even messier than usual, my skin was pale, even for me, and my eyes were slightly bloodshot.

All this, just from a few long hours without her. I unlocked the door and opened, not really caring who it was.

And, I got pushed back into the hall of my apartment, held up against the wall by two large hands gripping the front of my shirt.

Oh God, I was going to die.

Emmett Swan glared down at me with pure hatred in his eyes.

"Do you have any idea what I've been doing for last two hours?" he growled at me. I'm not proud to say that I was scared. Really, truly scared. I shook my head.

"I've been holding my baby sister while she cried her heart out, again." Emmett snarled at me.

No. I forgot about the huge man that was a second away from strangling me. I'd hurt Bella more than I'd ever thought I had.

"Let me go." I told him, struggling to free myself. I knew the answer now; "give her space" is complete bull-shit.

"Why?" he asked, still sounding angry, but surprise was there too.

"Because I'm a stupid idiot who has to make things right and whoever said that the best thing to do is to 'give her space' should be thrown off a cliff." I said, struggling again. Emmett was silent, probably contemplating what he was going to do to me first.

"Please, Emmett. You can kill me afterwards, just please let me try to make up for what I did." I begged. Yes, I begged. Emmett looked at me with the same eyes as Bella's, it was obvious that they were related. He stared, for several seconds. Ten...fifteen...thirty...

"Fine. But if hear that she's been crying about you again, you'd better run and hope you're faster than I am." he let me go, but not before shoving my head roughly into the wall. I grabbed my keys, shoved my shoes back onto my feet, and pulled on my jacket, then waited impatiently for him to leave so I could lock up. I tapped my foot, holding the door open. He grudgingly walked out, his hands shoved in his pockets. I quickly locked the door, then turned around and darted towards the stairwell. No time for the elevator. Those nine flights of stairs were nothing. I pushed open the heavy door and ran out into the lobby, flying past the doorman and out onto the street.

Bella's POV

Of course I dreamed of Edward. How could I not? I didn't want the dream to end, wanted to hold on to the image of Edward for as long as possible, but, to my annoyance, the knocking on my door woke me up. What time was it? Surely, it couldn't be morning yet. Please, don't let it be morning yet. The clock read 10:03 P.M. I stumbled out of bed and pulled on Edward's letterman's jacket; it was cold in my apartment, despite Emmett turning up the heat before he left. I stumbled sleepily towards the door, unlocked it, and opened it, rubbing my eyes.

Suddenly, warm arms were wrapped around me and my face was pressed against a sweet, spicy smelling chest.

Edward...

I felt him kiss the top of my head and I sighed.

I definitely didn't want to wake up from this dream.

Edward's POV

To my surprise, Bella freed herself from my embrace. No, that wasn't the surprise. I deserved that. What surprised me was that she slapped herself across the fast, with a resounding smack. I had accepted her to slap me, not herself. She raised her hand to do it again, looking at me with wide eyes.

"Bella!" I shouted, grabbing her hand before she could.

"What the hell are you doing?!" I asked, shutting the door. I glanced around sadly. Another reason why I wanted Bella to move in with me...she deserved way more than this. I shivered. It was cold in here too. Way too cold. She sighed and picked up one of her numerous notebooks, and a pen. She wrote on it slowly, then handed it to me.

"I had to make sure that I wasn't dreaming... I guess you had to break up with me sometime...sooner better than later, huh?" I could hear her voice saying the words in a sad, rejected tone, but she would've attempted to make it happier, like it didn't really matter to her, but she would've failed. There was so much...hurt, sorrow, in her eyes, it felt like my heart had been stabbed, shot, slashed, because this time, it was because of me that they were there. She wrapped her arms around herself, hugging herself tightly, like if she didn't she would fly to pieces. I walked stepped closer to her and traced the tear stains on her cheeks lightly, with my thumb.

My fault...

"Bella...no, look at me," I said softly as she tilted her head away from my hand.

Bella's POV

"Here it comes, Bella. Try not to cry." I told myself as I forced myself to look into his beautiful, vibrant green eyes. I loved his eyes...and his hair. I bit my lip to keep it from trembling.

"Bella, I love you." he said, very, very softly, his voice sounding even more beautiful than it had ever before. I blinked. He'd never said...he'd never told me he loved me before. My arms dropped from my torso to my sides in surprise. I signed a simple word, one he knew.

"What?" My eyes were wide in shock, I knew. Edward smiled, just a little, and put his hands on the tops of my shoulders, gripping gently, and stooped so that our eyes were on the same level.

"I love you, Isabella Marie Swan." he said to me again. "Here, let me see that note book...and the pen too." It seemed like strange request, but I gave them to him anyways. He wrote something down, tore out the page, and handed it to me.

"Edward Anthony Masen loves Isabella Marie Swan." It looked so beautiful, there on the page in his elegant handwriting. Our names even seemed like they went together...just belonged.

"There. Read them every day. I love you. Look at me! I'm a mess! I've only been away from you for a few hours, and it's been terrible!" He said, running his hand through his hair, and making it stand up even more than it had been already. I could tell he'd done this several times during the last few hours.

I took the notebook and pen back, setting the paper he'd given me on the bar so that I could write.

"But what about Adele. I may not be the best mother in the world, but if you don't like her, you can't love me." I gave him the notebook and watched as his eyes scanned the page.

"I don't know if I like her yet. I haven't met her, have I? But I'm sure I will...I've always loved kids." He smiled.

Oh my God, he's absolutely perfect. I thought, standing up on my tiptoes and kissing him. His arms snaked around me and he kissed me back, but was careful not to go too far, not to push me. He was always so careful with me...perfect. I thought again.

I couldn't bring myself to say that I loved him. It was just...a danger zone in my mind. But, he didn't seem to notice, and it felt like I was showing him that I loved him, because, even though I wouldn't say it...sign it, write it, whatever, I did. I'd known that for a long time.

I'd figure out how to really say it, someday. Just not tonight. There'd already been too much going on today...I wasn't sure how much more I could take. I broke away from Edward when I felt like I couldn't hold off the memories any longer. I picked up the notebook again, taking a deep breath before I began writing.

"Do you want to just stay here for the night? It's already so late..." I handed it to him before I could rip out the page. He read it quickly.

"Are...are you sure? I don't mind walking home...I don't want you to be uncomfortable, I know how you get..." He drifted off. I took the note book back and wrote-

"I don't mind. Here, let me go change into some of my own clothes, and then you can have these." I gave it back to him and let him read. He smiled.

"Okay. I'll stay. Go change, I'll wait here...and turn the heat up a bit." He set the notebook down on the bar counter.

I smiled back and crossed the room and opened my dresser, finding a pair of flannel PJ pants and tank top to put on. He sat down on the couch to wait for me. I went into the bathroom and changed, looking in the mirror.

He loves me...

I had to smile. How could I not?

I came out of the bathroom and waited while Edward changed, pulling his letterman's back on to keep me warm. He came out a minute later, the clothes he'd come in neatly folded. He put them on top of my dresser and held out his arms to me. I flicked off the light and crawled into my bed, patting the spot next to me. He crawled in next to me and pulled the covers over both of us, and wrapped his arms around me, letting me use his shoulder for a pillow.

No memories of my months with Brandon came, because he'd never been so...adoring. He'd treated me like a prize, an object there for his use. Edward didn't. That was the main difference between the two of them.

"I love you." Edward whispered again, then began humming a strange, but beautiful tune to me, a lullaby.

Perfect. I thought again, as I snuggled up to him and fell asleep.

Yay!! They worked things out =) I wanted to drag things out a bit longer but...they wanted to get back together. Oh well!!

By the way, I refrenced a song! I believe it's called "Write This Down" by...George Strait? It's pretty late, and I'm tired...Hey, Dallas, did I get it right?

Okay, I was going to type the chorus here, but...I can't remember the exact words!!! ='( Oh well. Look it up on youtube, it's a good song.

Peace! Happy Daylight Savings Time!! I have to be up at roughly...5:45 tomorrow morning (6:45 DST) so...YAY!!! Night =)

P.S. If I made stupid mistakes...I'm sorry. Once again, it's late.