A/N – Okay, I am a sucker for my muse. I know I posted the poll up & it's only been running for a little over a day but I'm about to post up another new story - Teacher's Pet from Edward's POV called – Student Liaison. I may also post some outtakes here as I re-write from EPOV if I think there is something missing from BPOV. And it warms my heart that no-one voted for leave the story alone (or at least no one had at the point of me posting this up).

Below is the first 700 odd words of Student Liaison. I hope you all support this story as much as you did Teacher's Pet. Over 300 reviews & over 200 favs. I am in awe of all my reviewers, especially those who are loyal to all my stories. I know it must suck me updating so many different stories but honestly if I try to force a story when another one is in my mind I never end up getting the chapters right. So my promise to you is I will continue on all of my stories, as my muses dictate, but will see each of them through to conclusion. I will continue to try to update each one at least weekly (but I apologise profusely if I fail on that). As always, love to hear your suggestions, feedback, reviews, comments & anything else you want to tell me really. I will respond as much as I am able to. I apologise in advance if I don't respond, it probably means my muse is yelling something from one of my stories at me and I want to get it down before it disappears.

I will aim to get the first chapter of Student Liaison up tonight (my time – it is currently 9pm), if not it will be early in the morning.

My world is darkness now.

It doesn't matter how bright the sun is, or how many stars are in the night sky, my life remains dark. The world might hold beauty to some, but I see none of it. I see only her. Visions of her face fill my entire life.

My family is currently living in Ithaca, New York. For the last six years they have undertaken various pursuits at school and college. I wouldn't know what because I didn't live here. I existed in my room. In the entire six years we had been here I had only left this room once. After I left her, after I forced my family to leave her, I went back. Despite my promise, I couldn't cope anymore. I had gone from trying to get through weeks without her, to days, to minutes. When it became a struggle to get through each second without her - that's when I did it. It took me eight months to get to that point, but once I reached it I couldn't resist. I snuck out the window and ran. I ran across the country under the cover of night - like a man possessed.

I arrived in Forks early in the morning. I went straight to her house, ready to plead and beg for her to forgive me. That's when I saw them - kissing. I recognised the boy immediately, Jacob Black, he'd been the one who confronted her at the school prom. Trying to get her to break up with me because of legends and superstitions he didn't believe. And now they were kissing in ways we had never been able to kiss. A part of me wanted to go straight over and rip him to pieces for even thinking about handling my girl like that. But she wasn't my girl anymore, because I let her go. I had to remind myself that this was what I wanted. This was why I left her. I had a rare moment of clarity and I saw that I couldn't drag her back into my life. Not now. She was happy.

That was when I decided that I would set up a scholarship for her. Cover all of her fees, whatever college she decided to attend, as well as a more than reasonable allowance for food and rent. Make sure she had the opportunity for all of her dreams to come true. Maybe someday she would be able to forgive me for what I had done. Maybe she already had, maybe she was happier now than she ever was with me. She certainly looked... content... wrapped around the boy the way she was. I knew as soon as she received the money she would realise it was from me. She was always too observant. I knew the only reason I did it was to try to assuage my own guilt. I knew she was capable of handling everything herself. She was always so strong, so proud, so beautiful. She would turn down the money, I was sure of it. I would just have to make sure there was no way she could refuse it. I would have lawyers hunt down information to find out which school she went to and pay them direct if I needed to.

It took three times longer to return home than it had to get to Forks. I returned to my family more despondent than ever. At least, before my visit to Forks, part of me had been able to hope that maybe someday, despite my intentions, I would go back to her and she would forgive me and we could be together once more. Now I knew that was not possible. She had moved on. Like I wanted her to. I didn't expect sympathy from my family, which was good because I didn't get it. They all blamed me for taking her out of their lives. For the most part they ignored me as resolutely as I ignored them. Their thoughts would turn to me occasionally, especially Esme's, but for the most part I was a spectre, the shell of a brother they once had. No one outside the family even knew of my existence. Even my room was a reminder of how empty I had become, I hadn't unpacked a single box. Everything in them was too heavy laced with memories of her. Of Bella.