A/N Disclaimer: Twilight and it's characters are not mine. I have no intention of copyright infringement.

This is turning more into a drabble type of story and I am sorry for that, but I am doing the best I can. I won't abandon this.

I just wanted to get this out there to you guys. Remember I am a retail manager, my life is CRAZY busy this time of the year.
Thanks for all that support me, you are the reason I keep writing. Positive reviews/feedback get positive results. Also I want to thank The Beatles. You will know why in just a few lines...

We left off with Bella…..

Images that have been locked away long ago were bursting through my mind. I wished to no longer think of these things and with all the years that had passed I thought I had forgotten. But ever since that short time so many years ago I continue to think of love when autumn rolls around. The smell of dry leaves, apples, and the feeling of crisp air. They make me want to feel again, but this man in front of me is the reason I can't and the reason I should.

I watched as his hands maneuvered over the neck of the guitar. A simple tune, known by many, but special between the two of us back then.

I felt compelled by something deep inside of me. Fear, longing, fear, or maybe this man in front of me who was someone to me once. He broke me, but I felt like if I tried let him in maybe he could help me be the glue to piece a few of my parts together again.

As the song finished he looked at me. Not a glance, but at me directly. Without breaking eye contact he restarted the song again and without thinking I just opened my mouth and sang back to him.

Blackbird singing in the dead of night

Take these broken wings and learn how to fly

All your life

You were only waiting for this moment to arrive.

Tears wet my cheeks, but I felt good. Edward placed the guitar next to him on the floor and came closer to me. He sat beside me and I was nervous. Maybe not for the right reasons, but for all the wrong ones.

"You still have a beautiful voice," the silence broken with his declaration.

"What are we doing here?" I asked as I exhaled the breath I had held.

"I brought you back here because you kinda zoned out on me and I didn't.." he hesitates and I take the opportunity.

"No. Not that. What are we doing together here? Now?" I asked. Remembering the self-preservation I promised myself, although I was acting careless at the moment.

"Don't you think it's time we talk about our daughter?" he asked. Almost too careful with his words that made me wonder what his real intentions were.

His face strangely expressionless, but it struck a nerve when he claimed my daughter as his own. Peyton was mine and it was time he understood that I didn't share even in memory very well. Her absent father would be no different.

"There is no our there is only mine", I stated firmly, "You ran, left, whatever you want to call it and from that moment I found out I was pregnant she was mine. You were busy with the girlfriend you already had. I know now she was also pregnant and your rich boy life back home."

Edward winced, but said nothing.

"Our daughter?" I laughed as I stood up and put a much-needed distance between us.

"She has never been our daughter, only mine. You have a daughter and she is very much alive. So why don't you fucking leave me and my fucking life alone! Why are you even here?"

My hands clenched into fists at my sides wanting to attack the man who stood before me.
Anger reaching warning levels as the blooded pumped thunderously through my body. Whenever I got like this I was more likely to pass out or have "crazy episode", but I was having a difficult time caring.

"And one more thing if you forgot because I could never. That time when I approached you on campus. When you acted like I was just a hook-up or some random girl. Do you know what that did to me? Do you have any idea?"

I fought the tears but gave him a moment to think back while I could easily remember the moment my heart broke the very first time. When I finally found Edward on campus after the weekend he never called me. Excited to see him I approached him only to hear the hurtful words I will never forget.

Flashback

"Your boyfriend? Did we hook up last weekend at Newton's? Honestly little one, I have no idea what you are talking about. Oh, wait!" he paused for a moment. The two guys standing on each side of him were laughing. Mocking me.

"You are in my English Lit class aren't you? Did we have a study group together because I am pretty sure that I would never just fuck someone like you," his words were sharp.

End Flashback

Twisted in an unrecognizable expression I barely recognized his face, he looked tired. Not from lack of sleep, but from lack of something I could not place.

"I want to explain so much to you but before that I think we need to talk about Peyton", he spoke in a whispered voice.

"I don't know if I can," I told him as honestly as I could, "The feelings I have for you are keeping me from telling you."

"Feelings?" He asked, he seemed relieved and I caught a sign that he felt that he may have had hope.

"Not good ones", I replied.