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Disclaimer: I never said I didn't not own Twilight.What I didn't know was that someone had grabbed my arm at the last second and was teleporting with me. Someone who wanted to talk.

"I want to know who you really are," a voice asked behind me as I was putting Joker back.

I turned around, startled that I hadn't heard his thoughts or felt his presence.

Edward.

"I don't know what you're talking about," I stepped back and tensed up.

"I think you do," Edward to a step towards me. "Because you see, Bella, had she been turned, would also be forty-five years old. Only she could be immune to any vampire's powers."

Edward took another step closer to me so that we barley had any space between us. He scent was intoxicating me and surrounded me; I could no longer find the strength nor the will to jump somewhere else.

"Only she," Edward raised his hand and brushed a purple strand of hair out of my eyes. "Could carry the scent you do; like freesia."

His hand was at my cheek now, resting it there.

"Are you her?" Edward's voice was just a whisper.

I looked down, away from his smoldering gaze. At least I tried. Edward gently pushed my chin up so that I had nowhere else to look at but him.

"I-I don't know what you're talking about," My voice was barley there. My throat had gone dry and the words, declarations rather, of love and sorrow were at the tip of my tongue.

Please say it, Bella pleaded. She wanted so much to close the distance between our lips. Can't you tell they're all in sorrow? You could fell the waves of pain and anguish coming off them! They would have no reason to lie about how they felt; they didn't even know you were you!

But how can I trust them? How do I know these aren't lies?

They're good liars Raven; they have to be to live this lifestyle.

She had a point there.

Even though this conversation only took a second, Edward got even more impatient.

"Why is that you'll believe a lie and not the truth?" His gaze searched my own and I could fell my body tensing up again.

"Forty-five years in agony and still I mourn over the lie I told you. Listen!" He shook my shoulder to break my rigid pose. "To see you, breaking in front of my very eyes, to believe the lies I told, was unbearable.

"But now," he smiled slightly. "Knowing that I can breathe again with you here, my only question, the only thing I'll agonize over, is if you still love me."

It got quiet after that. I was turning his words over in my head and, the metal bars around me fell. I finally let my guard down around my heart.

"Yes. I am Bella." I felt a smile tugging at the corner of my lips. "Yes I am forty-five years old. Yes, only I can be this untouchable by a vampire's power. Yes I do still have the faintest hint of freesia about me. And yes," I let out my first full, genuine smile in forty-five years. "I do still love you."

Edward's smile-my smile, I noticed- took my (unneeded) breath away.

"That's all I needed to hear," He murmured.

Then, without hesitation, we both closed the distance between our lips.