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Bella:

25th March 2012

I ran straight into the living room, and right over to Alice. I was filled with anger, but Alice didn't seem to care.

"I thought I told you two not to argue?" Alice told me.

"Yeah, well, being around Edward just makes me argumentative! Blame him! Now, what the heck is it that he's keeping from me?" I asked, and just as Alice looked like she was going to answer, Edward flew into the room and stopped her.

"Don't. I think we should leave now, it's clear we're not welcome." Edward hissed, looking directly at me.

"I never said they weren't welcome, it's you who's being the idiot." I replied, keeping my voice calm.

"You two, stop arguing. Edward, why don't you tell her? What's the worst that could happen?" Alice said, pouting at Edward. He looked completely torn, like he couldn't say no to her.

"Fine. But if this ends badly, Jasper will scoop up your charred remains." Edward huffed while Alice jumped up and down happily.

"Yay! Now tell Bella before she rips your arm off!" Damn future telling vampire.

"I…uh…I managed to…um…get hold of your email address, Bella. And, uh, I sent you a couple of emails." Edward admitted into the room. Everyone was silent at this, but I didn't get why.

"Is that it?" I asked into the silence.

"You need to read them." Alice told me, and before anyone could stop me, I ran to my room and turned on my laptop. Before I knew it, Edward was there with me.

"You know, they're nothing important. You really shouldn't read them." Edward said, trying to plead with me.

"Trying to stop me reading them only makes me want to read them more." I told him as I opened up my emails. I looked and saw I had quite a few from Edward, so I clicked on the earliest one. In the email, Edward was apologising for being such a jerk the first time we met.

I looked through the other emails, and saw how they were all apologetic, and they seemed so sincere. Why wouldn't he want me to read them?

"Why didn't you want me to read them?" I asked Edward after reading most of them.

"Look at the penultimate one." Edward said simply.

I searched for the one he was on about, and read it slowly. It was about my death, and he was telling me how much he missed me. It pained me to read, but I kept going. Then I stopped. I was shocked at what he said;

The thing is, Bella, I love you. With all my heart and soul, I love you so much, that now, it hurts.

I looked up at Edward, but he was looking out of my window, and anywhere else but me.

"Y-You love…me?" I stuttered in only a whisper. He didn't look at me; he just nodded so slightly I wouldn't have seen if I hadn't been carefully watching him for any signs of movement.

"How long have you, um, felt that way?" I asked, again only in a whisper.

"I think ever since I met you, but I only realised after the first kiss." Edward mumbled in response. Still, he wasn't looking at me.

"Why didn't you ever tell me?" I asked slowly, trying to take everything in. I mean, up until about an hour ago, I thought he hated me, now, he loves me? Well, they do say there's a thin line between love and hate…

"Because you hated me. I knew you would never feel the same way." Edward said sadly. I was beginning to get frustrated by him not looking at me.

"Edward, look at me." I demanded, but he shook his head. So, I hesitantly, and at human pace, walked over to him, and stood right in front of him. He still tried to look away, so I turned his head, and forced him to look at me. I looked right into his golden eyes, that looked so sad. I just wanted to make his pain go away.

"Bella, I know you don't feel the same way." Edward told me.

"No, I don't. But I could have, and I still can. You know what stopped me before? I did. Because, after the second kiss, I realised I did indeed like you. So when you kissed me again, I thought that maybe you felt the same way. During the month where you ignored me, I tried to convince myself that I didn't like you, because I could never have you. And then I had five years to talk myself out of loving you, and that there was no way we could be together, because you were human." I told him honestly.

"So you don't even like me anymore?" Edward asked sadly.

"I don't know what I feel." I said, and Edward smiled a bit, so I gave him a questioning look.

"Jasper, Alice's mate, can feel and manipulate emotions. And he just told me through his thoughts that what you said was true, and that you go through each emotion so fast he can barely register it." Edward told me, and I smiled too, relieved for the fact this ridded some of the tension between us.

"Oh, sorry Jasper." I said, feeling bad.

"Don't feel bad, it's fine." Jasper replied, and I laughed because I forgot he could read my emotions. Must be weird living with him. And Edward, reading your mind.

"So you don't hate me then?" Edward asked.

"Not right now." I replied with a smirk.

"Do you like me then? And I mean that in a friend sense." Edward asked.

"I don't think I know you well enough to answer that. I mean, all I know is that you hate when people mimic you, you are very private about your notebook, and you're a vampire." I told him, then added, "Oh, you're also a jerk who can't come up with any un-laughable nicknames." I laughed when I added that part and Edward scowled at me.

"Are you saying that I can't l-love you because I don't know you?" Edward asked, and I thought about that for a moment.

"No, I'm saying that I need to know someone a bit better before I can count someone as a friend. Maybe, if I let myself, I could of loved you. But you hurt me bad, and so I tried to forget about you."

"I promise, Bella, I'm never going to hurt you for as long as I live. Can't you just try to love me?" Edward pleaded with me.

"Only if you tell me what's in that notebook?" I asked, and Edward looked like he was trying hard to remain calm.

"Why do you want to know what's in it so much?" Edward asks, trying to keep the coldness out of his voice.

"Because you're keeping it such a mystery." I told him, smiling as sweetly as possible.

"Fine. In my notebook…"

A/N: Finally we find out what's in his notebook! Lot's of you have already made guesses, but any last ideas?

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