A/N: Listening to the Lincoln Memorial Concert on the radio. Rosario Dawson is speaking!!!!! It's making me happy, so I'm going to write a chapter. Edward's thoughts on what happened.

Chapter 26- Will I?

The scene played over and over in my head. Bella, seemingly leaning in to kiss me, and then running off into her room, and slamming the door. I had figured out what I had done wrong. I knew I had scared her. I knew she had baggage I had no idea about. Alice was talking with her right now, and I would go to the tutoring session tomorrow, and see if I could talk to her there. I wondered what she would say to me, if she would say anything to me, if she would show up.

I loved Bella. Was that not enough?

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Tuesday night. The seventeenth of February. It was a quarter to eight, and I was walking over to the library, hoping with my entire heart to see Bella sitting at that table waiting for me.

I took a deep breath as I opened one of the big glass doors into the library. I walked over to our usual table, and there she was.

She looked as beautiful as ever when I sat down across from her. "Bella?" I asked.

She shook her head, and pushed an envelope across the table to me. It was labeled in her beautiful handwriting 'Edward- Open in your room in private'

I nodded, and she got up and left. I walked around the library a little bit, and then I went back to my room, to read her letter. I tried to walk slowly, but I couldn't manage it.

I sat down at my desk, and set the letter down. I looked at it. Finally, I brought myself to open it, scared of what I might find inside.

I pulled out six closely written sheets of college-ruled paper. Each side was numbered, one through twelve. I set them in order and picked up the first one.

Dear Edward,

First of all, I'm sorry. And second of all before you read all of this, I ask you not to tell any of it to anyone without express permission from myself. I'm not perfect. I'm bruised and broken. Scarred in ways you could never have guessed. I, Isabella Adina Swan, am not the girl you think I am. I'm not the girl you want. I can never be the girl you want. Let me tell you who I am.

I shook my head. How could she think that she was not the one I wanted? I had to read on.

I am an eighteen-year-old single mother. I don't know the father of my daughter. I will probably never meet him again. I don't even know what he looks like, I don't know his name. It was not my choice to become pregnant with Abra a few days before I turned sixteen.

But I am getting ahead of myself. Let me start at the beginning. When I was one week old, my parents abandoned me on the steps of the Jewish Orphanage in the city of San Francisco.

She went on to describe the ups and downs of her childhood, the good and bad people she met. How she had ended up who she was, a multi-lingual pianist single mother teenager at Harvard Medical School. It was an amazing and tragic story. As it went on, I could hear her voice inside my head, telling me of how she had no one to depend upon, no one to trust, and so few who really loved her.

Unlike, and despite her prediction at the beginning of her letter that I would hate her for who she was, I loved her all the more for it. Her past had made her the beautiful, marvelous person she was, and it showed her resilience and dedication. Compared to her life, mine was the epitome of normality.

I didn't care what people would say about the fact that I, Edward Masen Cullen, was in love with a teenage, Jewish, orphaned single mother. Bella was beautiful, and I was completely in love with her. And, from her letter, I could tell that she was completely in love with me. Now, all I had to do was talk to her.

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I had decided to write a letter back, but I was just having a wee bit of trouble.

Dear Bella, I wrote.

Thank you for sharing your past with me. No. That wasn't it at all.

I still love you despite your past. No. Not it either.

I wish I could show you how much I admire and love you, both before and after reading your letter. That was a little better. I want to tell you that I don't find your past repulsive, or love you any less for it. As I think about what you told me, I have come to realize that I only love you all the more.

Please, please, please Bella; accept my most sincere apologies for my actions on Saturday night. I strongly regret what I did. I wish I could take back those last few minutes, and leave the night unmarred in our memories. Unfortunately, I cannot go back in time. My actions are how they were, and I cannot change them, I only hope and wish for your forgiveness.

And Bella, I want you to know that no one worth knowing will hate you or dislike you in the slightest for who you are. If I am not allowed your forgiveness, please take my advice when I tell you that you are a beautiful young woman, and it is impossible not to love you.

Sincerely,

Edward Masen Cullen

I signed it, and folded it up, addressing an envelope to Isabella Swan of room K on floor 3. I took it down to the lobby, and asked the secretary to have it sent up to her.

I walked back up the stairs to the fifth floor, hoping Bella would forgive me, and wondering what I would do with myself if she didn't.

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A/N: Okay. Another chapter for everybody. I have to tell everyone, proclaim to the world that THE OBAMA 'WE ARE ONE' CONCERT WAS ABSOLUTELY AMAZING!!! Jamie Foxx's Obama impression was the funniest thing ever! And of course, Rosario Dawson was amazing. :P All the singers and performers (even the ones I don't normally like, or hadn't previously heard of) were amazing, and everyone there was so happy! It was a sight to see (or hear). Sorry to all you people who disagree with me, but I, for one, cannot wait until January 20th.

A couple of other things, that pertain more to the story, and less to the current political climate: someone asked what 'MIT' was- that's the Massachusetts Institute of Technology, people, probably the best engineering school in the United States. Chapter 25 has been redone; I would recommend rereading it if you read previous to the last 12 hours. Also I think that 'the epitome of normality' is a great phrase. :D

Thanks to all of my readers and my reviewers, of whom I will today go to the trouble to list, something I haven't done since way back in Chapter 19!

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