Alright, here is Chapter 11. I hope that you love this one as much as I do! We have Alice's POV of the whole event, plus some interesting Bella/Edward interaction. And it is pretty long, so I don't want any complaints of it being to short! I initially didn't have the Alice POV in here, but it seemed appropriate. Enjoy it, love it, review it!


Alice POV

As we stepped off the elevator, I realized that I had truly gone completely insane. There was no chance that it was really Jasper jumping to his feet, staring at me. I must have been imagining it. Having a full-fledged, completely beautiful, worthy of the strongest hallucinogenic drug on the planet, hallucination. Because there is no way, no way that it was really Jasper standing in the hallway.

It couldn't really be him speaking. "Alice, I am so sorry. I was an idiot. Completely, temporarily insane. I don't know what I was thinking. I wasn't thinking at all, I guess. I never meant to hurt you, and Alice, please believe me when I say that I will never hurt you again. If you decide that you don't want me back and that…" I dropped my arm from Bella's waist as I took a small step forward, staring transfixed at the apparition my mind had created. I yearned to look at Bella, to know if she saw it to, but I couldn't look away; I didn't want it to disappear.

"I really do love you, Alice." Nothing, not even my own mind, could remake his voice in such a perfect copy. Nothing could possibly make the word "love" slip from his lips so beautifully. And no apparition could make my heart hammer in my chest like it did now. I could feel it slamming against my ribs as a grin broke across my face, and suddenly I was flying towards him, into his arms, our lips meeting as I was lifted off the ground.

But no. No, this is a dream. I will wake up, open my eyes, and he wont be here. All a dream

I am not a princess, and this isn't a fairy tale. Life doesn't just hand you everything you want. I couldn't let myself believe this, to believe he would stay. Only dreams bring perfection. Life just doesn't work that way.

I pulled myself back, and felt my feet hit the ground softly. Bella was gone; she must have slipped inside without me noticing. I couldn't resist asking the most basic question. "What are you doing here, Jasper?" Was it just to apologize, and then leave again? Or was this a dream, in which he would profess his love to me, leaving me disappointed and alone when I woke up?

I could see small traces of surprise as I spoke. "I am here because you are here. I am here to get you back. I am here because I love you, and I could never live without you, Alice."

I couldn't hold back the tears any longer.

No apparition, no dream, no figment of my imagination could make me feel this alive.

I couldn't breathe anything except his scent, his breath against my face. I couldn't see anything except his perfect features, so wonderfully close to mine. I couldn't feel anything except his silky touch against my skin. I pulled myself tightly against him, my arms wrapping around his middle as I buried my face into his shirt. I felt his lips press into my hair; a tingle shot down from the crown of my head, across my body. The mix of pain, love, and fear I felt was unbearable. How could I possibly return to this complicated mess as if nothing had happened? What about next time there is something rough? He could disappear, time and time again.

Slowly, finally, I controlled the tears, and looked up at him. "Jasper…" He pressed a palm to my cheek; I couldn't decide between relishing the feeling of his touch, or pulling away. "Jasper, I don't know if I can do this."

I watched as his eyes widened slightly, fear playing clearly across his face. I could feel my heart ripping into pieces for what I was doing to him.

"Alice, I swear, I will never-" I cut him off, reaching up and pressing a palm firmly against his lips.

Once he stopped mumbling against my hand, I spoke. "The thing is, Jazz," I started, dropping my hand from his mouth. "The thing is, I can't survive through that again. And you swore to me before that you would never leave, no matter what. You told me day after day that you loved me, that you couldn't live without me, but then you did. You left me, Jazz." I hated to admit it. I hated this. But it was true; he had done what he promised to never do. And how could I just forget?

"But, Alice, I didn't mean it! You have to understand that when I left, I wasn't thinking. I just panicked; I don't know what came over me." I could hear the weariness in his voice; he sounded broken, desperate for me to forgive. Desperate to be with me. Desperate for me to continue loving him.

As if I could ever stop loving him. I had always, and will always, love Jasper. I just didn't know if that would be enough. I wanted nothing more than to believe him. But, as my eyes flooded again, I didn't know if I could.

"I swear to you on my life, I will never leave you again. No matter what happens in life, I want to be by your side through it all. I love you, Alice."

I couldn't move. The overwhelming desire to wipe all thoughts of this disaster from my mind slammed into me again as I stood, cheeks soaked with tears.

It was all I could do to remain standing, to choke out some words, and not collapse into a sobbing, over-emotional heap at his feet. "Jasper," My voice was deathly quiet, stuck in my throat. I tried again. "Jasper, I just don't know if I can-"

My words stopped abruptly. This couldn't be real.

He was there, kneeling down in front of me, pulling a silver ring from his pocket, the large diamond sparkling in the lights in the hallway.

"Alice Brandon," he said. I could feel a warm blush on my cheeks, and returned the small smile he gave me. "I love you. You are truly the center of my universe, and I can't live without you." His hand slipped from mine, and slid to rest on my lower abdomen. My baby. Our baby. "And after all, our baby needs a father. Will you, please will you marry me?"

My mind sped away from my current situation, away from this second proposal from the same man. Back to my memories. I could barely see Jasper through my thick tears, and the memories flashing before me.

Meeting him as the university, him carrying my books to my class.

My heel stuck in a grate, his delicately sliding the shoe from my foot, releasing the heel from the metal grate, reattaching it to my foot. His feather light touch against my ankle as he grinned up at me, my skin tingling.

The first time he asked me out. I tried to not seem desperate, took Rose's advice, and turned him down. His crushed look that broke my heart, making me give in, told him yes instead.

Our first kiss.

Dancing on the outdoor patio under the stars at Rose and Emmet's wedding.

Him, on his knee. Me, in tears, nodding my head yes.

His promises. Him, standing, pulling away from my grasp, slipping on his coat, leaving.

Me, in tears, lying broken on the floor as the door slammed. A scream of agony.

The mistakes I had made. He had forgiven me. He was here.

Doesn't he deserve the same?

Him, in front of me now, staring at me as I covered my teary face, nodding yes.

"Yes, Jasper," I choked out. "Of course, yes."

He slid the cool metal onto my left hand, my ring finger. I was in the air again, our lips meeting as he stood. His arms held me securely around the waist, my arms twining around his neck, one hand working through his hair, the other moving up quickly to join it.

Perfection. He was back, the man who left me. The person who broke my heart was back, and I was calling it perfection. But none of that mattered anymore. Nothing mattered except him, his breath, his lips, his fingers tracing lightly over the skin under the bottom of my blouse.

Not a word was spoken as we pulled apart, as he set me down. He took my hand, led me away.

Because perfect love doesn't mean perfection, but the ability to forgive, and to continue loving, no matter what. And it was perfection.

Bella POV

"Hey Edward," I called as the door to the apartment opened. I was seated in the living room, reading Jane Eyre. He followed my voice into the living room, and seated himself beside me, touching my lips with his softly.

"Alright, when I decided to follow in my father's footsteps and become a doctor at the hospital, I never thought that it would make me this tired," he said, stretching backwards, wiggling his fingers in the air. "Honestly, I could sleep for days."

"Look at the bright side; it's already Thursday. One more day and it's the weekend." I said, before pulling his face towards mine, pressing my lips to his again. Within minutes, we were in a similar situation as we had been last night on the couch.

"Wait. Hold on," he said, pulling back from me, although he kept his hands around my waist. "Where is Alice? Please tell me she isn't crying in her room again."

I ignored his question, pressing my lips to his again, in an attempt to delay the moment of truth.

It worked for a moment. One hand moved to my hair, his fingers began to knot in it, but he pulled back again. "Why wont you tell me where she is?" he said softly; even with such a simple question, his voice was velvety smooth.

I blushed heavily, knowing that he would not like the answer. Hoping to distract him, I traced my fingers down the row of buttons on his shirt, stopping just short of the top of his pants. He removed one hand from my waist and snatched my wrist.

"Bella, where is Alice?"

I gulped slightly, and looked away before speaking. "Alice is out right now."

"Out where?" He was on to me, and I knew it.

"I don't know, Edward. Sorry for not getting the full rundown before they left." I noticed my slip up the moment after I said it.

"They? Who is they?" He tilted my face towards his with a strong hand, but I kept my eyes averted.

"Alice is with Jasper," I said softly. There was silence for a moment, and he slowly removed his hands from my body, pulling back.

"Alice is with Jasper," he said slowly, and I nodded. Even though his voice was soft, I could hear the anger building in it as he spoke. "What the hell is she doing with him?"

Slowly, I looked up into his green eyes, which were, at this point, boring into my plain brown ones, angry, searching for answers.

"Look, Edward, just relax, please! When Alice and I got back from the hospital, he was here, and well, they worked this whole mess out. I don't see why you are so upset. They are happy; Alice is happy. Why is that a bad thing?"

"Why is it a bad thing? ARE YOU KIDDING ME? You LET HER GO WITH HIM?"

"Of course I did, Edward. She is my best friend. What am I supposed to do, ban her from seeing him? Meddle in her love life? Look, her being with him is perfect. You and I always agreed that they were the perfect couple until-"

"UNTIL HE BROKE HER HEART AND DESERTED HER!" As he spoke, he jumped to his feet.

"He panicked, Edward! ALRIGHT? He just PANICKED! So lay off! This isn't about you, and it isn't about me. IT ISN'T OUR PLACE," I stood also; I couldn't remember a time ever being this furious with Edward.

"She's my sister!"

"SHE LOVES HIM EDWARD! GOD DAMN IT, WHY CAN'T YOU SEE THAT?"

"SHE MAY LOVE HIM, BUT HE SURE AS HELL DOESN'T LOVE HER!"

"Edward, listen to me! LISTEN!" I repeated as he started to turn away. "Edward, everyone has always seen them as the match made in heaven; that's because they are! The fact that she was able to forgive him proves that! Jasper isn't some monster for panicking. Sure, he left, and it was awful. But what matters is that he came back. He begged me to let him see her, so I did."

"You? YOU let him? YOU helped him plan how to get back with MY SISTER AFTER HE LEFT HER?" Color had risen into Edward's face as he stood in front of me, bellowing.

Tears of frustration stung my eyes. I knew he would be furious. After all, he thought that Jasper was terrible for leaving in the first place, and I really doubted that he would be as ready to forgive and forget as Alice was. But I never expected him to react this violently. I could feel the frustration building in me as I stared at him, and before I knew it, I was screaming as loudly as him.

"YES! I DID! BECAUSE IF YOU EVER LEFT ME, AND WANTED ME BACK, I WOULD WANT ALICE TO DO FOR ME WHAT I DID FOR HER! WOULDN'T YOU?"

"NO! I WOULDN'T! I WOULDN'T WANT ALICE TO TRY TO FIX THINGS WHEN THEY SHOULDN'T BE FIXED!"

"OH, SO YOU WOULD RATHER ME JUST NEVER SPEAK TO YOU AGAIN? NEVER GIVE YOU THE CHANCE TO APOLOGIZE?"

"I WOULDN'T WANT YOU TO GO BACK TO ANYONE WHO TREATS YOU LIKE THAT! NOT EVEN ME! I WOULDN'T WANT TO TALK TO YOU AGAIN IF IT'S JUST BECAUSE OF ALICE!"

As he spoke, his words cut through me like ice. "Oh, so the way you are treating me is so much better than what he did to her? Because at least Jasper had a pretty damn good reason to be upset." I shoved past Edward, and grabbed my purse off of the chair it was on. "All you have is the fact that your baby sister was smart, and gave theman of her dreams a second chance. " I slung my purse over my arm, and headed for the door, anger pulsing through every inch of my body, literally making me quiver.

"Where are you going?" He snapped, grabbing my wrist.

"I don't know, Edward. Away from here. Away from YOU. " I attempted to pull my arm out of his grasp, but he was too strong; I couldn't pull away. He spun me to face him.

"Damn it, Bella, don't you get it?!?"

"No, Edward, apparently I don't. What I do get, though, is that you just told me that if we had a fight, YOU WOULDN'T WANT TO FIX IT!"

Shock registered across his face as he realized exactly what he had said. His grip on my arm slackened for a moment, but tightened again quickly before I could pull away.

"Bella, I didn't mean… I just…. I would never…" he said, grappling for the right words as I tugged at my arm, trying to release myself from his grasp.

"What? You didn't mean to hurt me? You just freaked out? Panicked? Well, Edward, I can't think of ANYONE else we know who did that." I successfully extracted my wrist from his hand. With a huff, I turned back to the door, opened it, and was out in the hall before he could say another word. I got on the elevator, leaving a shocked, and thoroughly pissed off Edward behind me.

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