Hello! New chapter time!

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So, to express my love... Here is another chapter, with a little treat!

Artist: Green Day

Song: Cigarettes And Valentines (Acoustic)

Under the valley of the stars,

There's a car crashing,

Deep inside my heart.

Take a ride through the avenue,

Through the great divide.

There's a siren screaming,

"I'm alive", it cries...

Chapter Eleven

Honey, I'm Home

Edward was running behind me as I walked up the steps towards the entrance, attempting to shield my face from the rain that had begun pouring down.

"Bella." He called after me, grabbing my wrist as he turned me around, "You remember our table?"

I stared up at him, not knowing whether to tell him about my dream, or to just agree.

"Yes." I eventually answered, "Yeah, I know our seat."

He smiled, letting out a breath because I remembered that one little thing.

I wondered how he'd react if he knew I remember both times we'd been here.

We moved to the door, and he held it open as I walked inside. There was a blonde haired woman by the wooden stand, and she smiled at us as we walked towards her, "Hey there, table for two?"

"Please." Edward smiled, "Could we have a table at the back?"

"Oh, sure." The woman smiled, moving out from behind the stand to lead us to our table.

We got to the back, and Edward was already moving toward our booth, "Do you mind if we sit here?" He inquired.

The waitress smiled, shaking her head, "Of course not. Here are your menus." She placed them on the table as Edward let me slip into one side of the booth, following close behind me afterwards, "Your server will be right along." She added, before walking off back to her podium.

I lifted the menu, noticing Edward glancing my way before he copied my movement.

Just as I began to look at the starter, I heard another voice, "Hey can I get your drink order?"

As I looked up, the woman glanced up from her notepad. Her eyes took in both Edward and me before they widened a little, "It's you two." She said in shock.

Her hair was exactly the same has it had been the last time Edward and I was here. Her face had aged slightly, but she was still young. And I knew exactly who she was just by one glance at her.

"Sorry?" Edward raised an eyebrow, but as he spoke he blinked in recognition, "Oh… You're the waitress that always serves us."

She smiled, somewhat reluctantly, "Yes, that's me… Two cokes to drink?"

Edward chuckled a little, "Yes, thanks."

She walked off quickly, and I lowered my head again towards the menu. Once she'd arrived back with our drinks she took our food order, and then Edward and I were left to our own devices.

He seemed thoughtful as he took a sip of his coke, "I'm trying to get my head around what you need to remember about us… Obviously you need to remember it all, but I'm trying to think of all the important moments we could talk about that would help you the most…" He took another drink, "They all seem important to me…" Smiling a little, he turned to face me a bit more, "Do you remember the first time we met?"

I looked away from his face as I attempted to remember the exact moment.

I could see myself falling over the doorjamb in Biology, and looking up to see his face gazing back at mine. But I was allocated next to a boy called Mike Newton. It wasn't until my second day that I was put next to Edward for that class.

I tried to remember my entire day over again, and it was the memory of lunch time that hit me up the face.

As it came flooding back into my mind, I looked back at Edward, a soft smile plastering over my face, "You saved my lunch."

He chuckled, looking down a little before meeting my eyes again, "It was my fault you nearly dropped it anyway…" He smiled, "I'd put my bags down at my table, and went to go get some food… But as I walked up to the queue, I saw you there buying your lunch… With your hair all long and wavy, and your coat flung over your arm, your bag tossed over your shoulder… You looked perfect… I don't know what happened, but I didn't stop at the bottom of the queue, I kept walking right towards you… Then you started to turn with your tray… I almost walked into you, and your pizza nearly splattered on the floor…" We both laughed at the memory, and I could see his face as clear as day now as he apologised and steadied the tray of food, "I said sorry, and you just blushed…" He went quiet for a long moment, lost in his memories, "You just blushed… Then I introduced myself, and I found out your name… Then I asked you to sit with me at lunch…" He shook his head, "God knows I don't know how I did that… I've no idea where my courage came from… That lunch time was probably the best hour of my life… We talked about everything."

"Our favourite books." I cut in, speaking low, "We talked for a good fifteen minutes about Wuthering Heights and Romeo and Juliet alone… Then you started talking about music, and you told me you could play piano… I remember imagining you seated beside one, letting your fingers do the talking as they travelled over the keys… It was one more thing to add to the list of things about you that amazed me."

He smiled down at me, his eyes holding some deep emotion I was becoming more and more acquainted with, "You remember…"

I simply nodded, my mind suddenly filling with memories of him beside me in this booth, grabbing my hand as he pulled me to the edge of the seat and got down on one knee…

The faint pain my chest I'd experienced when I woke up in the car was returning, and coming back tenfold now that I was actually sat in the exact booth we had been during some of the most important and best moments of my life.

I looked away from Edward, "I need to go to the bathroom." My voice was barely more than a whisper, in fear that it would crack.

"Oh." Edward nodded, moving out of the booth to let me slip past him.

I flashed him a quick smile before heading towards the restrooms, noticing the waitress going toward our table with our food.

As soon as I reached the ladies room, I turned on the cool water, splashing my face to try and attempt to keep my tears at bay. Gripping the sides of the sink, I shut my eyes, trying to breathe as I forced the images from my mind.

I could see them.

I could feel them.

I had lost too much, and the pain was unbearable.

I slowly turned off the water, walking back out of the restroom as I tried to think of what I'd do.

I had to get him to leave somehow.

He was sitting in the same spot I'd left him, waiting patiently for me to come back before he began to eat.

He always did that. The perfect gentleman.

I stopped at the edge of the table, and he glanced up at me before moving to get up to let me back in.

I shook my head, trying to find my voice, "I… I don't feel so good… Could we please leave?" I whispered.

His face became instantly protective and concerned, "What's wrong?" He paused, "It's probably because you haven't eaten… Come on, sit down and have some of your dinner."

He placed his hand on my arm and as he did so, the images of us together in this exact spot came bundling into my mind.

I could see him hugging me tightly, whispering over and over how much he loved me.

I yanked my arm away from him, "Please… Can we just go?"

His frown was serious now, "What is it, Bella? What's wrong?"

Not being able to speak another word, I turned around and headed for the exit.

I had no idea where I was going, and I had no clue what I was going to do next. But all I knew was that I needed out of the restaurant.

I could hear Edward shouting after me as I ran out into the pouring rain, and I knew that none of this was his fault, but I couldn't bear to sit in there with him for a second longer, not when I couldn't remember him fully.

I turned left after I ran down the steps, feeling the rain soak through my clothes faster than fire. I bypassed his car, knowing I just had to keep walking, I just had to get away.

After a short minute I could hear him behind me, calling my name breathlessly as he came ever closer.

I thought about running, but what good would that do?

He caught my shoulder, halting my speedy walking as the rain caused my hair to stick to the sides of my face. He turned me around as I pushed my hair back enough to look at him, thankful that he couldn't see my tears because the rain was plastering my face anyway.

"Bella…" He sighed, almost shouting over the noise of the rain, "What the hell? What's wrong?"

I shook my head, looking down at the ground so I didn't have to meet his intense green gaze.

"Bella! Talk to me!" He begged.

"It was too much! Okay?" My eyes shot to his, and I shouted louder than was really necessary, "Being in there, sitting in that same booth! I couldn't do it!"

He blinked down at me, a mix of confusion and hurt crossing his features, "But… I thought you wanted to remember?"

"I do!" I cried, "I want to remember so badly, Edward…" The tears dripped down my face in a steady stream, "It hurts to be in there because it's full of so many happy memories, meanwhile I can barely remember half of my life with you…"

I watched as a tear dripped onto his cheek, matching the thousands of water droplets that were landing on his face, "Tell me what I have to do, Bella… Tell me what I have to do to get you to remember!" His eyes shut tight, "I just need you to remember…" He whispered brokenly.

I stared up at his face, taking in his dripping wet messy hair, his white cheeks cascading with water, and then as he opened his eyes, I saw the broken man inside him.

Our eyes locked for so long I was beginning to wonder if either of us could remember how to breathe, but then when our connection became too strong and too uncontainable, I reached forward, placing my hands on either side of his face as I moved onto my tiptoes, pressing my lips to his.

In the back of my mind, and also in the front of my mind, I knew that this was exactly what I needed. I needed to remember the comfort and love of my husband, of the boy and the man I loved.

I needed to remember that.

My lips remained on his for a long second, and then, as if I'd slipped a key into a padlock and broken it open, Edward's arms snaked around my waist and he pulled me closer, sighing against my lips as his own claimed mine.

The whirlwind of emotions and memories that flooded through me in that moment were uncontrollable, but also completely and utterly welcome.

It seemed as if I was remembering every single one of our kisses.

My arms moved around his neck as one of his hands travelled up to my cheek, and then by keeping his other hand firmly on my waist, he held me to him in an unbreakable hold.

Our lips moved in perfect sync, as if reacquainting themselves with each other was the easiest thing in the world. His mouth claimed my own, and as the rain beat down on us I felt myself almost breathing through him as his soft lips kissed mine so tenderly it seemed to heal my hurting heart.

After what seemed like forever, our lips began to slow, simply pressing half kisses against each other before I opened my eyes. Edward had stopped moving, but he was still holding onto me as his eyes stay closed and he remained quiet.

My eyes moved behind him, noticing the red writing of Bella Italia still visible from where we stood.

It seemed that place was perfect for first kisses.

I gazed back at Edward and his frozen body, reaching up slowly with one hand to press it against his cheek.

He moved his face towards the palm of my hand, letting his lips graze it softly before he sighed, "Home." He whispered.

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