A/N: So this chapter is in Edward's point of view right after Bella left the mansion, hope you like it.

Disclaimer: Only Stephenie Meyer owns Twilight.

"I told you! I told you not to say anything, not to think anything, not to do anything anything having to do with that girl!" I yelled at the top my lungs. Alice stared blankly at me.

"Edward," Jasper said soothing, taking a step closer to me.

I saw in his mind what he was trying to do, and seconds later I felt his resolve. That was the last thing I wanted. "Don't you dare to calm me down, Jasper!" I growled still looking at Alice.

"If he wants to yell, let him Jazz. He needs to vent." Alice said as if speaking about the weather.

Jasper threw her a disapproving look and then looked back at me and released me from his invisible grasp.

"What do you know about what I need?!" I wanted to throw something, anything.

"Oh come on Edward! Look at me!" I looked away when she flashed the image in her mind at me. "Either that or you kill her. Which one do you want?!"

"Neither. I will change the future if I have to." I hissed, still looking away.

"I don't think so. That future is solidifying as we speak. And…" She showed me another image. I cringed. No! She and I kissing? No this could not be happening. This was a nightmare, the worst nightmare that anyone, moral or immortal had to live through.

Look at the vision. She's enjoying herself. Don't you see the love in your eyes as you look at her? There's no bloodlust in them. And do you see that she sees you with such conviction and devotion that it almost seems staged? Alice mentally asked me.

"Shut up! Shut up! SHUT UP!" I had to get away, she was right. In the vision I looked happy, in heaven and surprisingly, horrifyingly she did too. But that wasn't the most terrifying thing of all, the vision wasn't uncertain, it was almost to the point of being totally clear. As if it was set in stone.

"Edward, tell me why did you run down here when you heard me ask her if she was crying?" Alice asked her tone nurturing.

"I don't know. I thought you hurt her." I said hurriedly. She saw through my uncertainty.

"Edward, you love her." Jasper said looking at the floor. I felt like I was hit in the face.

"What do you mean Jasper?" Alice asked, smugly.

"It's radiating off of him as if the sun was under his skin." Jasper said still looking down.

"Really?" Alice asked looking at me once again. Would it be childish if I said 'I told you so'? She waited for my answer. I didn't. Nope! "I told you so!" She thought and said at the same time.

Jasper looked at Alice as if she was crazy. To me she was. Then I rounded on Jasper.

"What do you mean by that?"

Jasper looked at me for a second tasting my mood again, before answering, "Edward I don't know what Alice showed you just now, but when that was going on love, some kind of warmth and…" He looked down again, blocking me from his thoughts.

"And what?!" I pressed.

"Hope were all over your emotional climate." He looked at me again.

"Hope?" Alice asked floating to Jasper and tugging at his sleeve.

"Yes. It was so powerful, Tink, there is no way to describe it. I mean I've never felt that kind of strength even with Carlisle and Esme or Emmett and Rosalie. Or even us. It overwhelmed me for a second." Jasper was embarrassed.

Alice wrapped her hands around Jasper's muscular arm, reassuringly. "I know, don't worry. That's only because it's so new to Edward that it's strength is ten-fold, maybe even one-hundredth fold." She looked at me as she finished her sentence. I couldn't take this any longer.

"Both of you are lying." My rage was coming back, Jasper could feel it. Edward, he thought, you can't deny your feelings. I can't deny them either. You love her already.

"YOU ARE LYING, I DO NOT LOVE HER!!! THERE IS NO WAY I COULD LOVE HER!"

"What?"

Oh no!

My mother and father stepped into the room fresh from a day's hunting. Esme ran to me. I couldn't look at her in the face.

"Did you just say that you didn't love her?" Have you found the one?

"Who is her?" Carlisle asked, just as happy as Esme, this infuriated me. Jasper calmed me, this time I didn't object.

"Ms. Isabella Marie Swan, also known as Bella Swan, daughter of Charles Swan, Chief of Police for the quaint town of Forks, Washington." Alice answered Esme as if she were a computer. "And," She looked at me, once again smugly, "The future Mrs. Edward Anthony Masen Cullen." She grinned at the last sentence.

I didn't say anything.

Esme gasped. Carlisle gaped. Jasper blank-stared. The new arrivals Emmett and Rosalie heard too. Emmett grinned. And Rosalie… Rosalie glared. But I didn't care. Alice was wrong. Jasper was wrong. They were all wrong.

And then, I so wanted to see her again. I knew that in the back of my mind I craved to see her, like Jasper had said. I need to see her. Bella.

Alice gasped.

I ignored her. I want to see her. My Bella.

I ran to my room scribbled a note, ran back to town and delivered the letter just before Chief Swan closed the door to his police cruiser.

I waited in the shadows of the forest, listening. She had to say yes. She just had to. I kept chanting to myself.

Would she say yes? What would I do if she did? What would I say? What if she said not? Then what would I do? What would I say?

Be patient. I heard Alice think. She had to be close by. Watching me watching her. She blocked her visions unfairly. Now she listens to me. I thought shaking my head.

She was right. I had to wait.

A/N: So? What did you think?