Author's note: Welcome back my friends and thank you for reading thus far. I have had a tough week but I am so glad to be posting.

I saw where someone said Bella's Confidence, Angel and Devil can be confusing. Sometimes it is for me too, but it is like her inner voice trying to keep her up, boost herself and also bring her down like many people with mental health have to do sometimes. If it is too confusing and ruins the story for you let me know. I won't completely write it out but I can write it less, which I actually think the future chapters don't have as much. If you do like the named inner voices, also let me know. The writing is heavy on mental health, depression and anxiety as well as having to talk yourself out of bad thoughts.

Again, thank you for reading, don't forget to leave a review.

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"I pull my sleeves out further and

I prepare to fight my demons

I must not lose again this time"

The Magic of Us - B.I.M

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"NO!" Confidence screams.

"Edward... please." My voice is weak.

"This isn't some ploy to try and get you back when I know you are at a weak point in your life."

Then what the hell is it? Devil shouts.

"Yeah what she said?" Confidence crosses her arms.

"I can't do this right now." I pull my arm from him and he reluctantly lets go.

I don't think I really wanted him to.

"Please, just have dinner with me?" He begs. "Or breakfast... or lunch!"

Food... I haven't eaten in almost two days.

I tell my brain to shake my head to tell him no.

My brain has its own plan and nods. It forces me to speak. "Okay."

Edward tries not to smile, but I see a hint of curve in his lips. His eyes brighten and he visibly relaxes.

"Thank you," he says, unsure what to do with his hands. He clasps them and holds in front of his mouth, hiding the gorgeous smile on his lips.

"How I have missed those lips." Angel purrs.

Devil and Confidence are just as surprised as I am. She is supposed to be the intelligent one of us, making good choices and not falter or dropping her panties at the boyish grin from our ex.

She's just as much of a horny dimwit as the rest of us when it comes to the male species.

She was the one who encouraged Confidence to make me feel pretty and wanted by the guys at my schools. To her, it was a good idea to explore my sexuality with any handsome male that crossed our way.

I nod at Edward and begin to walk back to the house. Thankfully he doesn't follow me and looks likes he's leaving.

"Are you okay?" Rose asks as soon as she sees me. The window above the kitchen sink gives a perfect view of the gazebo that I agreed to meet with Edward for the first time in four years. Dinner. What good could possibly come from having dinner with the man I once loved...

"Still love." My Angel speaks.

"Yeah," I finally breathe, not realizing I was holding my breath. "I agreed to dinner tomorrow night."

"With Edward?" Rose spits her water out, missing the cup slightly. Only she could make that look polite.

I nod slowly.

I feel the hint of judgment as her face says what she's thinking.

This was a stupid idea.

But I couldn't say no. Well I could have but it was like my brain couldn't. It took everything in me not to walk into his arms. They'd feel like home like they once did and the feeling of relief of this day would have washed over me. But I couldn't do that.

I couldn't succumb to leaning on him when I feel like shit. I used to do that but I've worked hard to stop that. Multiple therapy sessions, three month inpatient facility, and a lot of rewiring my brain to live without him, or anyone for that matter.

"It's just dinner." The words roll off of my tongue and feel like a lie.

Please let it be just dinner.

Rose only nods. "Just be careful."

My Angel smiles devilishly, surprising all three of us.

Am I stupid for agreeing to this? Probably. But I couldn't say no. I mean, I could have but I could use a meal or two and some time out of the house I once grew up in.

What am I even going to wear? Where should I even suggest we go? Should I suggest where we go? Does he even like the same restaurants anymore?

I don't even have his number as I am sure he changed it but also knowing Edward, he probably didn't. I decide to take a chance and text the number I memorized long ago.

Bella: Is this still your number?

It's about thirty seconds before a grey bubble with three dots appears below the blue message I just sent.

Edward: Bella?

Bella: Edward?

Edward: Yeah it's me

I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding

Bella: Yeah, sorry, we just didn't talk about details for dinner

I have to keep myself from typing multiple messages.

Edward: You choose. Is 7 pm okay?

I smirk because he always made me choose which also meant that he had to go to places he didn't really like. I think for a moment before letting him know he probably made a mistake by giving me that advantage.

Bella: Yes, Olive Garden okay?

It's a little bit longer before he texts me back this time. He's probably trying to determine whether he should suggest something else because the subpar italian restaurant chain is nothing like the family owned ones, but I really do like their breadsticks.

Edward: Sounds great.

I don't believe him.

Bella: I'll send you the address of the one they just built tomorrow (:

A fucking smiley face? I want to smack myself in the face but instead I set my phone down and bury my face in my hands.

I feel like a giddy teenage girl and I don't know how to feel about that.

This is just dinner, this is just dinner, this is just dinner I repeat to myself but I'm not sure if I believe those words yet.

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Author's note: Anyone else kind of love Olive Garden or just me? Leave a review and see you in chapter five for Edward's POV.