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Bella POV

I sat on the couch, staring out at the now sunny sky. I missed being able to go out in the sun in public. Not that I minded sparkling, when I was alone, but still. It would be nice to go to the beach or something.

I went up to my room where I could think freely. Looking out the window here wasn't as good as downstairs, but it was almost the same. The window downstairs was large and showed out to the woods behind the house, the sun gleaming through the abundance of trees.

Up here it was more blocked off. Well, from the woods. My window looked out across the driveway and another one near the edge of the woods. I was glad the driveway was long so that I wouldn't have to see cars passing by all the time; or they wouldn't be able to see me.

There was a soft knock on mine door and I turned around. "Come in." I called softly. Esme opened the door and took a step in my room, smiling. "Hello, Esme." I said happily. Esme was the nicest person I have ever met in my life, and probably ever will meet in my life.

She smiled politely. "Good morning, Bella. How are you today?"

"I'm good. How are you?" I asked, being polite.

"Good. Um, the boys are going hunting – there wasn't enough animals in the spot they went," she added when she saw my confused expression. She smiled rolling her eyes as if to say 'boys'. I smiled and she continued.

"I was just wondering if you wanted to go with them since you hunted a few days ago." I shook my head. "Oh, no. I'm fine. I can sustain myself for a while." I smiled as Esme placed her hand on my cheek.

"Okay, but just make sure you go soon before you feel… uncomfortable." She placed a kiss on my forehead and left the room. I stayed where I was standing for a while, relishing in how good it felt to be a part of something, a family, to feel… loved.

"Edward!" I heard Jasper yell annoyed. There were fast feet on the stairs, too fast for humans and I wondered what was going on. I was about to open my door to see what the commotion was when someone else opened it.

I was really hoping that it wouldn't be Alice with more clothes for me to try on. I started to try to come up with excuses in my head when I saw that it wasn't Alice who had opened the door. It was Edward.

He closed the door behind him and looked at me quickly. Then he automatically went into a pacing stance. I watched him walk back and forth, making quick turns. I was about to ask him what he needed, more politely though when he stopped.

He stood in front of me, his face wavering between decisions. "Okay. I'm going to tell you something, but before I do I just want to let you know that I don't expect you to feel the same way." My chest tightened, imagining the things that he could say that I would feel differently about. I don't like you. I think we should be friends. I know you're in love with me, but I don't feel the same.

All these horrible thoughts strolled through my head of possible things Edward was about to say. "And you don't have to say anything – well, unless you want to. But I just have to get this off my chest." I held my breath thinking here it comes.

He stopped stammering and looked me right in the eyes, holding them there. "I… love you." I stood shell shocked. Out of all the things I had expected him to say, that was not it. "Edward! Let's go!" I heard distantly from somewhere other than this room.

Edward's head, which had turned towards the door at the voice, swiveled back to me. He bit his bottom lip, another decision wavering through his eyes. He seemed to decide against whatever it was as he stepped back, opening the door.

He was leaving? Say something, Bella! "I really do love you, Bella…" he mumbled, his eyes gazing into mine leaving me breathless and dizzy. Then, with the sound of footsteps, he was gone.

I stared at the door, my mind shifting through a million different thoughts and decisions.

Go after him.

Stay here.

Run.

I love him.

I'm in love with him.

He loves me.

He's leaving.

He's gone.

That was your chance.

STUPID, STUPID BELLA!!

"Wait…" I said quietly, finally finding my voice. But it was too late. He was gone on a hunting trip and I wouldn't see him for another three or so days. He loved me. He loved me. He loved me. He loved me.

I tried it out several times in my head, each time it felt like a light blow to my heart, trying to restart it. Tingles flowed through my arms and legs, through my stomach. I felt right, whole. Like I should feel.

I looked at the door, then at the clock on my desk. 3:37. If I drove, I could maybe catch up to him. I opened the door, darting out.

I ran too fast down the hall, almost tripping over the rug. I stumbled a bit and turned around, making sure there was no vase to be knocked down by my trampled running. It would be just my luck that I would end up breaking everything in the hall.

With only thoughts of Edward running through my head – what he said, how he looked – I darted down the stairs. I wasn't going to make it. I had already realized that, but the sudden adrenaline rush that flowed through me as I thought of how Edward's lips would feel against mine when I told him that I, also, loved him kept my feet going at a rapid pace.

I ran by the couch and paused when I saw a familiar head with untidy bronze hair standing in front of the piano. His back was to me and his hands were in his pockets as he looked over the keys. I deliberated whether to say his name or not.

He might know that I was already there. I couldn't be sure, but there was only one way to find out.

"Edward?" I called timidly, watching as he turned around, facing me. He looked slightly surprised, but also not surprised to see me there.

He stood straight, his eyes, still butterscotch, became rough, not soft like usual. "I am very sorry about what I said up there. That was very un-gentlemanlike of me to do so, and I apologize for my rude behavior." I opened my mouth, but closed it.

Did this mean he didn't love me? I closed my eyes for a little while and when I opened them; his eyes had become softer, but not as soft as usual. "Don't…" I mumbled. That one word seemed to awaken him, bring back the Edward I knew.

His eyes returned to their normal softness and a perfect smile graced his angelic face with a hint of sadness in it. I stepped closer to him until I was standing right in front of him. I looked at my hands, playing with my fingers.

I thought quickly whether or not I should just go with my gut feeling – to just tell him the truth that I loved him, too; or keep it locked inside. I almost gasped at the feeling that the latter had coursed through me. Almost like depression, but worse.

I guess my decision was made.

Next chapter they might or might not get together!! Okay, come on really. You know that they will LOLOLOL.