[A/N: There is some bad language in this chapter, just so you know.]

Dead

I stood there staring; I just couldn't believe what I was seeing, what I was hearing. With each moment that passed, rage and hate consumed me until all I could see was red. Neither of them had yet sensed my presence; I guessed they were a little too busy. When I finally couldn't take anymore, all the hurt and betrayal, anguish and pain came to the forefront of my mind as I ripped her off the top of Sam, flinging her across the room, into the wardrobe, splintering it into shards of wood. Turning to her, a menacing hiss escaped my lips as she stood, crouching to defend herself. She lurched herself forward into my waiting grasp, growls and hisses filled the room as we fought in a blur. It didn't last very long, with my strength I had managed to tear her arms from her torso as well as her head; throwing each new piece as far out the window as I could.

Once there was nothing left of her, without turning to the man who had betrayed me in so many ways, I ran downstairs, grabbing a large black bag, and began tearing through the house like a disastrous tornado, removing everything of his, everything he had given me, leaving order behind. When I had finished the downstairs, I threw the bag out the door and proceeded to do the same with the upstairs, all the clothes, the jewellery, everything went into the bag and out the front door. Getting back upstairs, Sam was still at the edge of the bed, motionless, frozen, fear and pain etched into his frozen feature.

"Get out," I whispered.

"Bella, please, let me explain..."

"Get out," I interrupted, my voice getting a little louder.

"Bella, it's not what you think..."

I couldn't take anymore. Hadn't he hurt me enough?

"GET OUT! GET OUT! GET OUT! I DON'T CARE JUST GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY HOUSE!" I screamed at his as he stumbled of the splintered wood from the wardrobe towards the door; but I hadn't finished screaming at him just yet.

"HOW COULD YOU SAM, HOW COULD YOU? I THOUGHT YOU WERE DIFFERENT I THOUGHT YOU LOVED ME, THAT WE WERE IN LOVE AND HERE I FIND YOU FUCKING ONE OF MY BEST FRIENDS, EX BEST FRIEND. YOU SAW WHAT I WAS LIKE AND I TRUSTED YOU TO TAKE CARE OF ME ADND MY FRAGILE HEART. BUT WHAT DID YOU DO? YOU STOOD ON IT, SHATTERED IT AND SCATTERED IT TO THE WIND LIKE WORTHLESS GLASS. HOW COULD YOU? WELL, CONGRADULATION SAM, YOU JUST BEYRAYED THE WOMAN WHO TRULY LOVED YOU AND I PROMISE YOU, YOU'LL NEVER HAVE ME AGAIN. I NEVER WANT TO SEE YOU HERE EVER AGAIN, NOW GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY HOUSE AND OUT OF MY LIFE!!!"

He just wasn't getting out fast enough so I picked him up, ran him downstairs and threw him onto the floor before literally kicking him out of the house. I locked the door and ran to the kitchen cupboard, grabbing the old door locks to the house and and a screwdriver and changed all the locks as quickly as I could, knowing he didn't have a key. I didn't want to have to find him back inside my house because he had let himself in with a key, I didn't think my self-control would have been able to handle it, I was inches of tearing off him limbs as it was, never mind adding more fuel to the fire.

That was when everything set in and my knees buckled and I crashed down on the floor. I couldn't believe what just happened. Everything, my entire world, had just shattered into a million unrecognisable pieces. I always thought that Sam was my saviour, my knight in shining armour. How wrong I was.

Sam had brought me back from a place I thought there was no return. I was so used to being nothing, to being worthless, I had forget who I really was. Sam helped me see, he taught me to live again, to be me again, he showed me that I was worthless and that I was good enough. He helped build up my self-esteem, he helped me remember who I was. But the most important thing he had taught me and help me to do was to love. Love had hurt me badly, I didn't trust love, not after what happened. I couldn't find it in me to love knowing how I would be hurt again and I knew nobody would love me, worthless and useless, and if they did, they'd only hurt me more in the end. So I gave up, until Sam. I took that chance and he should me how wonderful being in love is. In taking that chance I regained a lot, but now, I wished I hadn't because he was just the same as everyone else, he had hurt me, just as Edward did, tearing what pieces of my heart I had regained into shreds. I now realised I should have listened to myself all along, don't take a chance only love, because in the end, it will only ever hurt you more.

I got up and I ran. Outside the rain was pouring down torrential, but I didn't care. I had made my decision, and I wasn't going to change my mind, I needed to get away. Usually I enjoyed running, but today was something different, it was just another thing that had to be done, no pleasure in it, no peace, no promise at the end that everything was going to be alright, it just had to be done. As my strides fell into a steady pace, I began to think of everything that had happened in my life; the good and the bad, though the bad outweighed the good quite considerably. As the thoughts ran through my head, I became aware they no-one really wanted me around, and no-one would miss me if I just disappeared, I wasn't ever going to be good enough for anyone, for him, so what was the point in trying to live a life that has no meaning? What was the point in putting myself through endless pain and heartache to always be told the same thing, you're no good for me, Bella?

As a continued to run, a plan quickly formed in my head, resulting a decision that was in some way ironic. I had decided that I would run to the edge of America, cliff-diving into the ocean so I could enjoy the thrill one last time before swimming to Portugal before running the rest of the way to Italy where I would beg the Volturi for death. I laughed at the memory of him telling me that when I was to die he would follow soon after, after provoking the Volturi ensuring they killed him. Now, I was going to do the same thing, because I couldn't have him, because I couldn't have anyone, because I wasn't good enough and the pain, heartache and rejection was too much to live with for eternity.

And it wasn't like I wasn't like I was giving up much. Sure, there was Jake, but he had Leah, and a life and priorities in La Push, so we hardly spoke anymore, he would be too busy to miss me, though I would miss him dearly. Then there was my little book shop, which I was sure would be in Amelia's capable hands and she would be perfectly fine running the store and when she find out I'm gone, she'll run it how she wants too. And then there was my new-found friendship with the Cullen and my developing friendship with Edward, I would miss them, all of them, even Edward, but he was a constant reminder of the things I could not have, and I didn't want to injure any more pain. As for the rest of the Cullens, I'm sure they would be fine without me, they would see that they had nothing to do with my decision and move on as I would want them too, they would continue with their live and though they would miss me, I sure they would all be perfectly ok.

So I continued to run, reaching the edge of Georgia state, where I stopped. I looked out onto the vast ocean, nothing but miles and miles of dark, dangerous waters as the storm grew closer inland. I took several steps backward so I could get a running jump on my dive. Closing my eyes, I pictured all the things that I so desperately wanted to leave behind and the things I would miss, lingering on a reoccurring feature in both; Edward. There wasn't a day that went by I didn't think about him, or miss him, or want him to take me in his arms and kiss me, telling me everything he had told me was a lie and that he had so desperately loved me for all of these years, grieving the loss of me when they thought I was dead, wanting me back so passionately when he realised I was alive but was stopped only by me and my harsh words. And there wasn't a day that went by that I realised that was never going to happen, because he had left me because I wasn't good enough for him, so it didn't matter that I would miss him so terribly, because the pain of never being enough was too much to bear.

My eyes flashed open, I couldn't look upon his face any more as I broke out into a run, to throw myself off the cliff, into the waters below and continue on to Volterra. Just as I was about to throw myself over the edge, I closed my eyes tightly again, whispering "I love you, Edward," before the force of gravity take its hold on me. But the descending feeling never came; instead I was pulled securely into protective arms where I broke down into a fit of tearless sobs before everything going dark.

Edward's POV

Over the months I watched her in the minds of my family as she spent a great deal of her time in my home. I wished greatly that she was spending her time at our house to be with me, but that was not the case...yet. I still had hope. So, I watched her in my family's mind, whether it be her getting ready for her performance at Fangtasia with Alice, only the parts where she was clothed because I was more of a gentleman than that and I didn't know if my imperfect self-control would be able to stand watching and not take her passionately into my arms afterwards. It was usually safer to watch her with Emmett, she looked so carefree and happy while playing on the Xbox. I could hear her beautiful laugh in my mind, and it always made me smile, and remember when it was I that used to make her laugh, or be in her presence when she laughed. I was wonderful to watch her so happy, yet painful, knowing I wasn't ever going to be the one who was the cause of that happiness again. It was bittersweet I suppose. But seeing Bella with Esme was my favourite to watch because she was just Bella, it was hard to describe how and what she was like, I suppose the only way I would have described it was perfect, she was in a complete balance with herself and emotions, it was nice to watch. She spoke so freely with Esme, though she was like a mother to Bella, they spoke as if they were old, close friends, though occasion, Bella would ask for help and advice and Esme's motherly instinct would kick in.

I decided months ago that I was going to be good, no more shouting or bring overbearingly protective because it just wasn't going to get me anywhere so I was playing nice. And it was working. I started off simple, just being nice and polite; remembering my manners, my hellos and goodbyes. Then I started smiling at her whenever our eyes met, it was hard to restrain myself from rushing over to her and pulling her into my arms and kissing her with the passion I've kept caged up for all these years I started making conversations with her whenever I was with her, only ever small talk; how she was, what she'd been doing, but the point was it was all about her. I could see that my new politeness was starting to affect her, but I wasn't sure how, as her mind was still as secret to me as ever. But I did not beg or grovel on the floor for forgiveness as I knew I should be doing and I knew I did owe her a very long and meaningful apology which I was yet to give but I didn't and from what I knew of her and her facial expressions, that was what she had expected and the lack of it unnerved her.

I was hoping that my new politeness was affecting her in other ways, hoping that she was seeing that I wasn't as bad as I had been, that I was trying in a round-about way to make up for my past mistakes, helping her see that I still; after all this time, and all that was said and done; love her with all my dead heart and lost soul but the quietness of her mind didn't provide any insight into the matter.

October soon came round and Alice had dragged Bella into helping with her annual Halloween party. It was one afternoon that I decided to take another step forward in my being good plan and I asked if she needed any help in addressing some of the envelopes Alice had asked her to do so she could send off the invitations. She must have stared at me for a good five minutes, one of the agonising moments of my life as I wondered what was running through her mind in that moment. I stared back at her, until she broke the silence by telling me I could if I wanted too. Why wouldn't I want to spend time in the company of a beautiful angel whom I happen to adore? I answered her with her favourite crooked smile before sitting across from her with half of the pile of envelopes. We addressed them in silence, a rather awkward yet comfortable silence where I wished that I could hold her and kiss her and tell her that she was my only reason for continuing my pointless existence. I wished I could tell her that I lied and that I had always loved her. I wished I could tell her what I had been through without her, how much her being in my existence had changed me; but I could not. Instead I settled for the silence and small glances she shot in my direction every now and again where our eyes would meet sometime and I would smile at her. In those moments I remember how her heart would beat erratically when I smiled at her after catching her staring, how I missed the sound. Yet another bittersweet memory. We managed to get all the envelopes finished in no time after I had offered my assistance, though I desperately wished time would have ceased, so I could have been happy in that moment with her for eternity. She smiled at me once we had finished; something I found she was doing more and more recently, and I smiled right back. When we walked into the kitchen where Alice and Esme were, Alice beamed broadly, a hint of something mischievous in her eyes. I didn't think of anything of it at the time, I only realised later what she was going.

I remember one day I caught her finishing a conversation on the phone to someone in the kitchen, I assume to get some non-existent privacy from the others. I stood in the doorway watching her as she danced around the kitchen, she kept saying odd a lot so when she hung up the phone I asked her about it. From the look on her face I could tell I had startled her, even though I whispered,

"What's really odd?"

"Just some stuff that's happening with a friend," I replied.

"Oh, anything I can help with?" I asked sincerely.

"Not really, but thank you for the offer." she replied. She didn't refuse my assistance which was a good sign, yet she had not said yes either, though I got the impression she may not have been being completely truthful; Bella never was very good at lying.

"If you need me, you know where to find me," I said, sadness in my voice this time from realising it was me she thought was acting odd, and if it wasn't that I didn't have the chance to help her with it I turned and walked away after I had finished speaking so I didn't see what she had made of my comment.

The next encounter was a shopping trip which she really didn't want to go on. I was in my room drowning out the other's thoughts with music when I heard Bella shout "Bite me," at the top of her voice which made me curious so I went to investigate to find Bella clinging to one of the kitchen worktops with Alice pulling on her legs. Bella was pointing out Alice wouldn't be able to move her with strength being one of her abilities. I was the most amusing thing I had ever seen in my existence, I knew Bella didn't like shopping but now she was immortal she had the strength to fight Alice, and was succeeding which made it all the funnier. Then, Alice being the sore loser she is, got Emmett to help to, which of course had the rest of us, including me, in stitches. It wasn't until I heard her leg tear under Emmett's grasp and a low hiss escape my mouth she decided that enough was enough and let go. Even after all this time, and even though it wasn't any real danger to her, I couldn't bare the thought of anything hurting Bella, not even play fighting with Emmett.

I had spent most of the day of the party trying to find the perfect corsage that went with the dress that Alice had bought, she had given me a picture of the dress and told me that I would when I find the perfect one and I was to give it to the girl who I saw wearing the dress. I had a sneaking suspicion I knew who it was going to be, but I did as Alice asked anyway just to appease her. So, I had spent a great deal of time wandering in and out of fashion store trying to find the perfect one. It wasn't until the very shop I went in, a quaint little old-fashioned clothes shop down a little alley, I found it, a perfect, pearly-white flower corsage. Naturally I immediate bought it, asking for it to be gift wrapped and made my way back to the party.

I arrived just after the Denali's arrived at the party and caught the conversation between them and Bella; she had gotten rather upset when she had noticed that Laurent had joined the Denali coven, when I realised why, it took an awful lot of self-control not to rush in there and tear his head for what he had done, the pain he had caused, but then I was no better than him. I stepped in the door just as their conversation had finished.

"We shall see what?" I asked. That was when I saw her; she truly was the most beautiful creature I had ever laid my eyes upon. She wore a creamy pearl dress which had a corset top which was beaded and showed off her curves well and rested on her hips and the skirt flared out with many layers but topped off with a layer of lace which was beaded in the same intricate patterns as the corset top. She was also wearing a masquerade mask with the same patterns and beading as the dress, intended to hide her identity but failing, how could anyone not know who she was? I then realised what Alice sneakily had done, the corsage was for her, for I was her Prince Charming for the party. I couldn't believe I didn't see it before. She pulled me out of my reverie by answering my question,

"Nothing much," she turned to the Denali's, "Go and enjoy yourself, the rest of the Cullen's are around somewhere, I do believe Emmett is trying to beat Jasper at Singstar by the sound of it, if any of you fancy knocking him off the top spot, be my guest, no-one has beaten him yet."

Tanya answered her before walking away, Bella turned to go find her way somewhere else but walked into me, my hand holding onto her firmly so she did not fall.

She looked up to meet my eyes before she spoke, "Oh, Edward, I'm sorry, I forgot you were there."

"Don't worry about it Bella, I just want to give you this, seeing as Alice decided you were going to be Cinderella and I, Prince Charming, it goes with the dress, I hope you wear it," I held out the box to her but she continued to stare into my eyes which were more than likely betraying my emotions for I may have been able to hide it physically, but it was impossible to hide it from my eyes. Seeing as she just stood staring, I took the liberty of breaking the eye contact by looking down at the box and opening it for her. Inside was the beautiful corsage, made from pearly white flowers, that I had bought earlier in the day.

"Thank you," she barely stuttered as I carefully slipped the corsage onto her wrist before softly kissing her hand, unable to resist.

"You look absolutely divine in that dress, Bella, then again you always looked beautiful, no matter what you wore," I spoke again, this time it was I, staring into her chocolate eyes, my voice thick with adoration, unable to conceal it.

"Thank you," she stuttered again, "You don't look too bad yourself," she finished.

Then I smiled at her before walking away, leaving her by the door, as I left I whispered, "and you can bump into me any time you like," under my breath, hoping she did not catch it. I wandered around the party greeting the family and friends that had been invited until I heard a commotion from the lounge. Upon investigation I found Bella challenging Emmett to Singstar, it would be quite a competition, though I knew Bella would win because she had the voice of an angel. She picked her song, Feargal Sharkey's A Good Heart, and began to sing. I stood at the back of the crowd, the words of her song choice cutting into me when I felt her gaze on me then suddenly disappear. I continued to listen to the songs she sang, the lyrics rang in my ears clear and true as if she meant them for only me and to torture me so. Bella won, naturally and Emmett being a sore loser challenged her to Guitar Hero, which I had no doubt she would win.

I lowered my gaze from the lounge for second to find Bella gone when I looked back up. I wanted so ask her so something desperately so I sought her out, finding her in the kitchen, getting a drink. I stood in the doorway staring at her, feeling my heated gaze she turned around, finishing her drink. Once finished she spoke,

"Was there something you wanted, Edward, or are you going to stare me all night?" she asked lightly.

"How did you know I was staring at you all night? You weren't even looking in my direction most of the time?" I questioned, feeling she had caught me out.

"I didn't. I was referring to now, with the staring," she replied. Oh crap! I had just dropped myself in it, I would be tomato red now if I could blush

"Oh," was my only answer.

She turned to leave, but I could bear to watch her walk away from me so I blurted out, "Wait, I wanted to ask you something, if that's ok?"

"Yes, that's ok, go ahead."

"Will you dance with me, please?" I asked slowly and quietly. I was so afraid that she would turn me down, it made me nervous, and I hated the feeling, and I feared rejection; again. All these emotions where present in voice, as well as love, there was no use trying to hide them now. She turned right around to face me, where she met my eye, which again were full of an sadness and pain, as well as my undying love. In that moment, I forgot everything. Where I was, why I was here, my family, even my own name. I couldn't remember, the only thing I could focus on was Bella and the arching need to tell her absolutely that I did and that had happened, and to beg and grovel and cry if I had to, to apologise over and over and beg for forgiveness, and to take me back in her life. I wanted thing to be how they used to be when we were together. Then I felt the terrible urge to kiss her lips, too feel like I used to and purely to see what would happen. I decided against it. She accepted my offer to dance, which cured me of the fear of rejection and nervousness, lifting my heart a little, and from the curious expression on her face I'm sure she noticed.

We danced to a few song, and it was fun, the most fun I had had with Bella in a very long time, and I really enjoyed it, but then a slow song came on, the type where you and your dance partner have no personal space. I held out my hand, just like any gentleman would and she took it, a bewildered expression on her face as if she was wondering why she had, after everything I had done. I pulled her close to my chest as wrapping my other hand around her waist, resting it on the small of her back; where I would gladly like them to remain forever, though it was not possible. Her hands found their way around me as my other hand joined the one on the small of her back. She rested her head against his chest as we moved slowly to the music, with that same electricity I felt in Biology all those years ago flowing freely through us, I longed to live in this moment forever, with the beautiful angel in my arms, if I had done no wrong, as if we were still in love, I wanted nothing more to be with Bella for all of eternity. But reality came crashing down as the song ended all too soon and we both reluctantly let each other go, she looked up at me and thanked him for the dance. I just smiled, nodded and walked away; the pain to much to bare.

Not long after, the party ended and we were saying goodbye and all too soon it came to saying goodbye to Bella. She said goodbye to the rest of my family until to she turned to me but I couldn't let her say it so I cut her off and spoke first

"I'll walk you to your car."

She stood there, completely awe-struck, before nodding her head instead of speaking and following me to her car, where I opened the door for her as I used to do. She carefully climbed into her car and rolled the window down as I shut the door.

"Drive safely Bella, I will see you tomorrow."

"Good night, Edward, I had a nice time. I'll see you tomorrow." She said with a smile.

"I did too, good night, Isabella." I said, before kissing her on the forehead, with the same passion as I did when I kissed her forehead when I left her, trying to pour all my unspeakable love into that kiss as I did then. When my lips left her skin, my lip tingle with the sensation, she smiled at me, and really smiled, her dazzling smile, before starting her car and driving away. I watched as she drove away from me, muttering "I love you" as I did.

I spent the rest of the night in my room, trying not to think about the events that had just passed, and all the events in the past which had lead up to this, all the heartache and mistakes. I tried to drowned out my family's thoughts too, as they were not helping my situation much either. I decided to play my piano, but everything I played ended up sounded like Bella's Lullaby so I slammed the lid, frustrated. I did not want to dwell on what I had caused, but all I could think of was the way it felt to have her back in my arms, the same thrilling electricity that ran through my veins as it did when she was still human. The image of her eyes, how they gazed upon me, haunted me every time I closed my eyes. I laid down on my black couch, remember what it felt like to be loved, when the door to my room crashed open, lying broken, shattered on the floor leaving Alice in it's wake, her breathing laboured, the colour in her face which she had, had been drained away, leaving her almost translucent as she spoke words I'd never thought I'd hear,

"Edward, it's Bella. She's going to the Volturi; she wants to die."

The moment immediately after the words had escaped Alice's lips went completely blank. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Love, life, meaning...over. I was about to permanently loose the only woman who ever held my heart. I couldn't let it happen, I wouldn't let it happen. I had lost her once, I would be damned if I lost her again, not after I had just found her again.

Once I had regained my senses I dived into Alice's mind to find what had brought on Bella's decision to go to the Volturi to die. I saw the Volturi tear her shreds after she exposed herself to human after they had refused to kill her with provocation because her gifts were to valuable to waste; I saw her running through Europe on the way to Volterra; I saw her cliff dive off the coast of Georgia into the ocean and swim to Portugal; I saw her leave her house, horror and shear pain distorting her perfect features as she ran to the coast. It was then I saw it, the reason behind the decision. I saw Sam, the person who was supposed to love her and cherish her; who, from accounts of various people, was supposed to be the one who was holding her together after everything I had done to her; he was supposed to give her everything her beautiful heart desired but instead he did the opposite. He took her heart and threw it onto the floor, making sure every piece of it was shattered into small, unrecognisable pieces before running off with a friend who was also supposed to love and care for her too.

I realised then what I had to do; I ran. I ran to her, I would be there and help her put back together the pieces of her heart; it was the least I could do. Though, selfishly, was I doing it for myself as well. I would not let her suffer that sort of pain again, not if I could help it. For the first time, as I ran, everything was blurred, the only clear thing was Bella, and the need to show that I cared, that I sill loved her and I would be there for her no matter what she needed.

It wasn't long until I saw her standing there, getting ready to jump in the treacherous ocean below. I edged closer, getting ready to catch her before she jumped when I heard her angel voice whisper, "I love you Edward." The feeling that grew in me as she said those words was beyond words; I finally knew who she truly felt about me. The feeling had made me forget the task at hand and I was almost too late as she was falling over the edge but I caught her, pulling her into my arms, secure and protected, as she curled into my body as we huddled together on the cliffs edge. It was only then when she broke down into a fit of tearless sobs, cries of severe heartache, as body shook with the intense pain of what she had been through, before it all stopped, the noise, the shaking, everything; her eyes firmly shut, her body limp. Impossible as it was, she had sunk into unconsciousness in my arms.

Rising from my position on the floor, picking her up as I moved, I cradled her body as close to my chest as I could; holding and protecting her fiercely as I ran her back home, back to Carlisle so that he could examine her and make sure she was alright, physically. As I ran, staring at the brunette beauty that I held in my arms, my mind wandered to all the what ifs of our complex relationship. What if I had never left Bella that day in the woods, where would we be now? Would I have had the strength and the control to change her or would she have died at my hands? Would I have even allowed her to be changed? Would we have still be together, passionately in love; or would she have left me after realising how much more than me she deserved; or maybe I would have found another way to ruin what we had? I only knew one thing for certain, and that was, if I was ever given the chance to redo my life, I wouldn't change becoming a vampire, or my rebellious years, or returning to Carlisle's way of life, these decisions where the decisions that led me to Bella, and the happiest days of my existence, where I had something to exist for. What I knew I would change, if I had that chance, was my decision to leave Bella. I always knew it was the wrong decision, but I thought it was the best for Bella, so I did it regardless of what I wanted. I could now see it was the wrong decision entirely for the both of us, and if I hadn't have been so stubborn and determined, we wouldn't be in the mess were in as I ran her back to Carlisle.

It wasn't long before we were back at the house; Bella still tightly cradled to my chest, unconscious. Carlisle was waiting for us at the door, from his mind he had already set up a medical table in his office so he could check her over. I rushed through the door, with Carlisle behind me as I ran up the stairs. Carefully, I laid Bella down on his medical bed, before reluctantly stepping away from the table so that Carlisle can do his work. It only took him seconds to do a complete examination but each second dragged on for years.

"There's nothing medical wrong with her," he said, "she's in a severe state of shock and her mind is protecting her, she will come around when she feels safe and ready," he told me, knowing my thoughts before I even spoke them.

"So, there's nothing you can do?" I asked, practically begging.

"Nothing, I'm so sorry Edward, I know how hard this is for you."

That was when the waiting began.

[A/N: I decided to end the chapter here otherwise it would drag on too long. I know it's a little shorter than you are used to but, I think it was still as good. I hope that you enjoyed it and I'll try not too keep you waiting too long for the next chapter, but it's getting harder to find the time when I have so much studying to do. Hope you enjoyed it, let me know what you think and thanks for reading :) E-M-C xx]