A/N: I know…I'm early again, but the rest of this week is going to be really jacked up for me, so I'd rather update early than late so here it is.

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Sad times ahead, folks…sad times…don't shoot me when you get to the bottom, please, lol. Don't forget the 100th review one-shot is still up for grabs…your choice if you are the magical 100th review. So, brighten my day and review?

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Edward POV

I sat with my mouth hanging wide open for several moments replaying the previous moments in my mind…seeing it like a movie that you're watching – wanting so desperately to stop the main character from doing the dumb ass move that brings about the movie's turning point.

"Jesus…" I groaned, raking my fingers over my face, "Bella. I'm sorrier than I could ever adequately let you know without sounding stupid. I don't know what in the hell happened there for a moment. I swear…there are just days when all I can really hope for is a partial lobotomy."

I buried my head in my hands, refusing to move them until I no longer felt like I'd committed a cardinal sin.

For several long moments there was nothing but silence.

I finally made the move to look her in the face…she deserved that much. I felt like an even bigger fool when I saw how sad she looked.

"Bella," I started.

"Edward," she cut in, "I understand things like this happen…especially when it was someone you felt so strongly for. Do you miss her?"

I knew that if I lied right now, I would lose the second chance at happily ever after that I'd been so graciously given…but I really didn't want to see her face when I told her the truth.

I decided to stick with the truth, "I hate to admit it, but of course I do. I don't want to lie to you Bella. I miss her every day…this is going to make me sound like a girl but…there are still nights where I either cry myself to sleep or wake up with the shakes from a hideous nightmare…I'm beginning to love you, Bella…let's have no misunderstanding about that. If I could have my way about it, I'd love to go back in time and just stay friends with her. But then it brings me to the thought, 'If I had never dated her, she would have never done what she did, which would have made me more emotionally stable…and would I have ever met you if I hadn't tried to kill myself?' Bella, I cannot regret anything that brought me to you. I would like to not think about her so much, but I really don't know of anything that could do that for me."

She looked completely heartbroken for a moment before her eyes shone with mischief, "IF there was a way to not think about her so much, would you take it?"

I sat for a few seconds, an internal debate raging on inside of me, "If I knew it would give us the chance at happiness we deserve, I most definitely would."

She looked at her lap for a second, picking at a very small thread on her jeans, "I can do that for you, Edward. That is my gift. I have the ability to remove or replace memories. Thankfully, I don't have to do it often. It can be kind of draining…it really depends on the person and how attached they are to the memory. Just think carefully about this…because once it's done, it cannot be undone. If anyone brings Amber into a conversation with you, you will be confused and you could even possibly get angry if it keeps getting brought up. This is not a decision to be taken lightly."

I sat back with the air leaving my lungs in a whoosh.

Could I really let Amber go so that I could give myself to Bella wholly?

I looked into Bella's eyes as I contemplated this – her eyes were guarded and I knew that she didn't want to say or do anything to sway my decision. She wanted me to make this decision for the betterment of our relationship. She wanted me to not have any regrets about whatever decision I made about it.

"Bella," I said, my voice husky and breaking in spots, "I want to give myself to you as fully as I can. I obviously can't do that with her memory clinging to me like a monkey on my back."

I took a deep breath and tried to convey my seriousness about the situation with my eyes.

I steeled myself before I murmured the words to her, "I want to let her go – she would want me to be happy in my relationship with you. When can you do this?"

She smiled sadly before reaching for my hand, "I can do it this weekend. Emmett is on the phone right now with Charlie. You're going to stay the weekend…as in a sleepover with Emmett and Jasper. That will give you tonight to grieve your last for Amber. Come tomorrow night, the name Amber will have no effect on you."

I flung myself into her solid embrace, clinging to her for dear life – knowing that she was making a special offer…just so that I could finally have some peace.

A few hours later found me curled into a ball on my bed, sobbing for what I had thought was the one true love of my life. I cried tears for all the time Amber and I spent together. I cried for each time we whispered each other's name in ecstasy. I cried for all of the kisses we shared, all of the secret declarations of love. I cried the hardest when I remembered that I had promised her at the very beginning of our relationship that there would be no other after her that I'd give my heart to.

I fell into a fitful sleep that night. I dreamt that I was standing in a room that had no doors but was surrounded by open windows on all sides. There were two large chaise lounge chairs covered in a light, breezy material in the middle of the room. In one of the chairs sat a beautiful girl with large, white wings in a billowing gown. As I approached her, I felt an uneasy trepidation come over me. I couldn't see her face until I sat down opposite of her.

Amber looked beautiful as an angel – something I had known since I first met her. Her smile was inspired.

"Edward," her melodic voice floated on the breeze, "I want you to be happy. I'm glad that Isabella found you when she did. As much as I've always wanted to be with you forever, I knew that it wasn't meant to be forever – just a season."

I opened my mouth to speak to her but she raised her hand to silence me, "If you speak, you will wake up and the dream will be over. I need to say this to you before I fully move on – forget me, Edward. Let your relationship with Bella mature. Love her, Edward. Let her be there for you as even I couldn't. Make love to her knowing that you are with the one person in your life God has chosen for you. All of our paths in life have been mapped out long before we were born…I never saw it until after I had died, but my purpose in life was to bring you to her. I will always love you, never doubt that. You need to wake up now…she's waiting on you."

I looked at her confusedly for a moment before I could sense Bella's pure essence near my body that was lying calmly next to me on the bed. I could feel the thin layers of unconsciousness slip from my mind as I took one final look at Amber, who winked at me before disappearing from my view altogether.

I opened my eyes, swollen from all of the tears, looking directly into Bella's golden depths.

I raised my trembling hand to touch her face and as I caressed her perfect skin, she sighed, "I love you, Edward. So much more than you could ever believe."

I brought my face closer to hers and kissed her gently.

I knew at that very moment in time that even if I had not dreamt of Amber giving her approval, I was making the right decision.