Rachel: hey guys!!

V: I'M SORRY!!! -cries- PLEASE FORGIVE ME!!!

Rachel: anyway, here it is... FINALLY!

V: I'M SORRY!

Rachel: It's okay... they hear- scratch that- they read you (-laughs- heh, i sound like a military person!... or whoever says that!)

V: well, here it is!! I hope you like it!

Rachel: it's kinda short, but hey, it's out, right?

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Rachel: although V has a bunch of Twilight stuff... calendar, poster

V: THEY GET IT!

Rachel: and now we present: EDWARD IS MUCH BETTER THAN FISH!

"BELLA!! Hey, Bella! Brought you some fish from Harry Clearwater!" Charlie shouted.

Who the heck is Harry Clearwater? That didn't matter though. What mattered was that Charlie was here. And so was Edward.

"Edward! You have to get out of here!" I whispered quickly.

"Bella, don't worry about it. That's the last thing you need to be doing right now. It's bad for your head, anyway," he replied. Then he swooshed out of the window. It didn't even make a noise.

I walked down the stairs extra carefully. I tripped at the bottom though. Of course.

"Who is Harry Clearwater?" I asked Charlie.

"Oh yeah… you don't remember him, do you? He lives down on the reservation. He's got the best fish fry I ever had."

What reservation? I sighed inwardly. Charlie wasn't helping my condition much.

"Oh," I said. I didn't really want to make him feel bad. I've been doing that a lot lately. So I just took some and went back up to my room.

I wasn't really sure if Edward was still here or not. I didn't really want to sound stupid, so I just sat at my desk. I unwrapped the paper bag to reveal a greasy, fried fish. It looked pretty disgusting, if I may say so myself. But I was starving, so I ate it anyway. Boy, it looked disgusting, but it was the tastiest thing I ever ate… I think.

"Oh yum," I sighed, my mouth full of mashed up fish. Then I heard a chuckle behind me. I turned around to find a quite amused Edward watching me.

"Edward!!" I exclaimed after I swallowed, and ran to him.

"Hello, love," he said, making me blush. UGH. I looked at him, then I turned around and went back to my desk. That fish was way better than Edward Cullen. Oh, who was I kidding. That fish was a piece of poop compared to Edward Cullen. (yeah I know she's acting really weird... but she has amnesia, so lets all pretend that having amnesia makes you loopy at random times.)

I put down the fish and spun around in my chair to face Edward. He was much better to look at.

"I'm sorry, Bella. If it makes you feel better, I won't say that anymore. Well, at least not today."

I smiled, then walked back over to him. We sat on his bed and talked for the rest of the night, until I fell asleep in his arms. How I loved that feeling.

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Edward was avoiding me.

Sure, he would come over, but it was becoming less and less. And when he did, he wouldn't say much. It made me really upset. Worse than that, it made me scared. Almost like he didn't like me anymore. I didn't know what to do, so I decided that the next time he came over I would talk to him.

"Edward?" I asked.

"Yeah," he replied. But he didn't turn around to face me; he kept looking at the TV. I was really getting freaked out. A ton of thoughts were running through my head.

Does he still like me?

What am I doing wrong?

Why won't he look at me?

What did I do?

I can't believe he's acting like that.

TURN AROUND, EDWARD!

I need to fix this.

"Edward. Look at me. Now."

He still didn't turn.

"EDWARD. Turn around. Turn around and look at me. Edward, please. Come on, just turn around," I began to cry. That made him turn around. Of course.

"Bella, don't cry, please don't cry," he soothed. It worked; I stopped crying.

"Edward what am I doing wrong? Just tell me and I'll stop." Then I started crying again. I was so mad at myself for not knowing what I was doing wrong.

"Bella, please stop crying. You aren't doing anything wrong, I promise. Bella, stop. Trust me, it's me, not you."

"Are you sure?" I asked. I still didn't believe him.

"Yes, I am very sure. Come on, let's try to jog your memory one more time." What did he mean, 'one' more time?

"Okay. Let's go."

EPOV

I was going to have to leave tomorrow. I couldn't believe it. She didn't remember me, and I had to leave. She was going to live the rest of her life not remembering me. Just this little part of me that spent merely two weeks with her.

Life… Death officially sucks.

I figured that if I was going to have to leave tomorrow, I would do as much as I could to get her to remember.

We spent the whole day looking at pictures from the times we were together before. It seemed like so long ago, which is weird because I have been around for 110 years.

After the whole day of being together and looking through pictures and videos, she still didn't remember anything. If I could have cried, I would have.

But if I could cry, that would mean I was human. If I was human, I wouldn't have even put her in danger in the first place.

If I was human, I'd be dead.

I hate this.

"Bella, I need to tell you something," I began. This was going to be the hardest thing I have ever done in my existence. Maybe the second hardest.

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