Author's Note: Okay, after very careful consideration I have come to the decision of who my editor is. And the winner is... (drum roll please) ... EdwardAddict! To everyone who offered thank you and I'm so very sorry. Though I will need a new editor for my next story so you can apply again when Loving Doubts is completed. I already have an idea bubbling in my brain screaming at me so it won't be long now. Thanks again!

Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight.

Voice

Elizabeth and I entered the most expensive shop they had in this tiny town and started looking around in silence. I didn't really want to shop but we had to pass the time somehow. Elizabeth was looking at a black skirt intently for at least a minute now. "Elizabeth, that skirt looks very cute," I commented trying to help her decide. She looked up at me surprised.

"I know but I hate wearing black," she complained making a disgusted face. I laughed and nodded.

"So does Edward," she joined me laughing causing several clerks to look up from their screens. We continued through several racks of clothes, not finding anything we liked.

"Bella?" She said suddenly. I looked up from the line of clothes I was looking at and focused on her.

"Hm?" I answered.

"Henry told me about you and Edward's past..." she trailed off turning her gaze towards the floor.

"What is it?" I said coming over to her and lifted her chin so she faced me.

"It's just that I've had boyfriends before but they all ended up smashing my heart into a million pieces. I know that Henry isn't like them but I just can't seem to bring myself to have faith in him. How did you do it?" her words were coming out at such speeds that only another vampire could hear but she wasn't doing it on purpose. I looked at her, puzzled. What did she mean by that?

"How did I do what?"

"How did you begin to trust Edward again after he left you?" She said hesitantly. That hit me like an airplane. I've never thought about that. Since Edward and I got back together, there was this tiny voice in my head I pushed in the very back of my brain and stopped listening to. Now, it came back full force screaming in my head. Elizabeth saw my pained facial features and came closer to me.

"Bella? Are you okay? I didn't mean to mention that. I'm so sorry," she whispered ashamed. It wasn't her fault. I forced a smile onto my face and shook my head at her.

"It's okay, I'm fine." Amazingly, my voice didn't break and it sounded convincing. Her eyes lit up again and she resumed looking at the clothes. I did too but I didn't really see what I was passing through my hands, I was drowning in my thoughts. You know she's right. You still don't trust him and you never will. What if he isn't there when you get home? Do you want to go through that pain again? How can you marry someone you don't trust? I didn't know the answers to those questions. The last one spun around me demanding an answer. My cell phone rang in my pocket. I reached in and pulled it out to look at who was calling. Alice. I slid it open and pushed the answer button.

"Hello?"

"Bella, where are you and Elizabeth?" Alice said distractedly.

"Um we're at the shop down the street. We'll be there as soon as possible," I slid the phone shut and went over to Elizabeth.

"Found anything?" I asked. She shook her head sighing. "Okay then, we have to get back to the bridal shop. Alice and Rosalie are waiting for us there," she nodded and we walked to the door. We walked in silence, me deep in my own thoughts and Elizabeth looking at the window displays at the places we passed. When we got there Alice and Rosalie were waiting right outside the door with bags in their hands.

"What, you didn't get anything?" Rosalie asked surprised. I shook my head amused at her disbelief.

"Wait, I have to get the dress from the clerk," I said walking past them into the bridal shop. Alice grabbed me and turned me around to face her.

"We already got it, see?" She said holding up the bag and shaking it a couple of times. I smiled and took it from her. She led us back to the car and popped the trunk for us to throw the stuff into the trunk. Rosalie placed her shopping bags in first and Alice followed, when it was my turn, I placed the dress carefully on top and closed the trunk shut. As soon as I got in and pulled the door to a close, Alice pulled out onto the street and pointed the car home. I turned on the radio to extinguish the silence or the conversations that involved my participation. 'Behind These Hazel Eyes' came on. I laughed to myself at how ironic this sound is to my own situation. When the song ended, we were home. I got out and headed into the house letting the others carry the bags. I raced upstairs into my room hoping the sight of Edward would remind me of why I forgave him and silence the voice in my head again. I opened the door and found no Edward, all that was there was a single red rose on top of a piece of paper placed on the bed. The events from ten years ago flashed before my eyes and my heart was ripping apart at the memory of that day. I gasped suddenly unable to breath even though I didn't need to. I told you. Now do you trust him? He left you again. Why did you let yourself get hurt again? How can you marry him now?

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