A/N: Hey there guys, long time no see. I cannot apologize enough for how long I've left this story, so I'm not going to make excuses, and just say that sometimes real life gets in the way… and then sometimes that real life causes you to delete the file you were working on and forget where you were going with a plot…

When we left the story Rosalie was trying to prove to Bella that she and Edward were mates and Bella was about to undergo hypnotherapy based on a hunch from Rose.

To say that I was skeptical of hypnotherapy would be an understatement. Of course my skepticism of this alternative therapy was nothing compared to my skepticism of Edward being my mate and what I really wanted more than anything at this point was to shut Rosalie down once and for all.

So I found myself getting changed into comfortable clothing and settling onto my bed when Rosalie knocked on the door.

"Are you decent in there Swan?"

"Yeah, come on in Rose."

Rose came into my room holding some kind of electronic device in her hand.

"What's that?"

"It's a digital recorder. I don't know how much you'll remember from this, but I will be asking you some questions while you're under," she hesitated for a moment before continuing, "To be perfectly honest Bella, I have perfect recall. This recording is for you not for me. At this point I think I can say that I know you well enough to know that if you don't remember something you say, you're going to need evidence to believe it."

I wanted to argue with her, but thought better of it. She was probably right, if something came out that I didn't like, I would fight her tooth and nail on it. I acquiesced and lay back onto the many fluffy pillows on the bed.

"Alright Bella, I want you to just lay back and relax," Rose began in a quiet soothing voice, "this is a safe place and you are comfortable here. I want you to just lay there with your eyes closed, and as I count backwards from ten, I want you to let go of your thoughts and let your subconscious take over. Ten… nine… eight…seven…

SASASASASASASASASASASASASASASASASASASA

"Six… seven… eight… nine… ten. Open your eyes now Bella." My eyelids fluttered and opened. I blinked slowly a few times as my eyes adjusted. I noticed that the light in the room was different.

"How long was I under for? What time is it?" I asked Rose.

"Not terribly long, about an hour."

I nodded, "You didn't do anything while you had me hypnotized right? I'm not going to act like a chicken every time I hear the word sandwich or anything right?" For the most part I was joking. I had come to trust Rosalie over our time together, but there was still a part of me that couldn't forget the way she had treated me in Forks.

Rosalie smirked, "No, nothing like that, although Alice did see that I was going to be trying this and asked me to have you be overcome with euphoria whenever Chanel is said, but I thought that you may not appreciate it."

I had to laugh at that, "So, did I say anything incredibly important, or did we just waste an hour of our lives?"

The smirk faded from Rosalie's face, "No in fact you were very enlightening. Do you want to talk about it now or have you had enough for today?"

"Let's get this over with, one of us isn't going to live forever." There was a part of me that wanted to put this off indefinitely, but a bigger part of me just wanted to get it over with.

"Alright, fair enough. Do you remember anything from the session?"

Immediately I opened my mouth to say no, but something stopped me. I thought about it for a moment and realized that while I didn't remember anything specific from the hypnotherapy, I felt differently than I did before. I couldn't pin point what happened at any given moment but I felt like I had been through the emotional ringer.

"Before we started, I was frustrated, now I'm exhausted, but I don't feel upset anymore, I think I feel … content?" It came out as a question, because I genuinely wasn't sure about the emotion I was feeling. It had been so long since I was anything that could even be considered close to happy, and while I knew I was still a long way from true happiness, a huge part of the festering wound in my chest seemed to be healed, or at the very least it was healing.

"I'm going to play you some clips from when I was hypnotizing you. There's no point in playing you the whole thing. The first ten minutes was letting you fully go under and asking you some basic questions to make sure you were answering honestly, and then some of it didn't really go anywhere, but I'll play you the highlights."

She played with the recorder for a moment and then I heard her voice coming from the small machine. She was calm and demanding in her questions, her voice stark and free of any emotion.

"Do you still have feelings for Edward?"

"Yes."

"How do you feel about him?"

"I don't know."

"What do you mean you don't know?"

"I feel different things for him."

"I see, do you have negative emotions towards him?"

"Yes."

"What emotions are those?"

"Anger, annoyance, sadness."

Rose paused the recording.

"Let's talk about those emotions for a second. Can you explain to me why you feel that way?"

"I think they're all rather obvious. I'm pissed at him for making promises that he couldn't keep, and for leading me on and then leaving me. I'm annoyed that just when I was starting to do better he came back into my life. And I'm still just overwhelmingly sad about the fact that he doesn't love me and that I'm going to live my life out alone." I knew that there was more to it than that, but I was too tired to try and sift through it all right now.

I think that Rosalie knew I was keeping some things back, but she didn't push me, instead she just pushed play on the recorder.

"What about positive emotions? Do you have any positive emotions towards Edward?"

"Yes."

"More than one?"

"Yes."

"What is the most prevalent one?"

"Love."

"Have you ever stopped loving him?"

"No."

"Do you think you will ever stop loving him?"

"No."

"Do you want to stop loving him?"

"No."

"Why not? You said you believe that he doesn't love you, so why wouldn't you want to stop loving him?"

"I'm his."

"What do you mean you're his."

"I am his. We belong together and to each other. I am his, and he is mine."

Rose stopped the recorder and handed me a tissue, because apparently at some point I had started crying. She didn't say anything just watched me cry. I don't think that she stared at me for more than 10 seconds but it could have been hours. It didn't really matter anyway, because from the door to my room, I heard the voice that I had learned to love and to hate. To desire above any other sound and wanted to banish from my mind forever.

"Yes," I turned and my eyes immediately met his topaz ones, "Yes I am."

Well fuck.

A/N: Hope you enjoyed it, and hopefully I'll be able to update again soon, but I've learned not to make any promises. See you next time, hopefully with a longer update!