What if Bella tried to forget? What if she was reminded? Would she be able to handle it?

"Bella?" Uncle Charlie asked suddenly.

"Yes?"

"Are you… okay?"

"Yes." His question confused me.

"I mean, are you… happy?"

"Of course I am. My songs are being played on a radio station, why wouldn't I be happy?"

"Well… you don't… miss anyone?"

Miss anyone? What was he talking about?"

"No… Am I supposed to?"

Suddenly, Uncle Charlie's fist slammed down on the table.

"Stop playing with me, Bella. I know you're lying to me."

"What are you talking about?" I raised my eyebrow.

"I read your diary. I know how miserable you really are. Stop acting."

My cheeks flushed red hot with anger.

"You. Read. My. Diary?"

"That's not the issue here, young lady. I expect there to be secrets between us, but not lies."

"Dad, those things in my diary, they are vents. They are things that are in my head, and need to be put on paper. They have no relevance whatsoever to my current situation."

"Stop pretending!" he bellowed. I felt my face crumple. "I know what this is really about. You can't just keep waiting for him, Bella. No phone calls, letter, nothing."

"Huh?" I was very confused.

Who was this 'him' he was talking about? I had no idea what he was talking about.

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"I know separation is hard, Bella, but you aren't the only one who's been through that sort of thing. What you're doing is wrong. All wrong. You're running away from your feelings. You have to confront them for the pain to stop, not wallow in silence."

"Uncle Charlie, you're confusing me," I admitted. "The only possible reason I could be miserable right now, would be because of my biological parents. But I'm over that, so I don't know what you're talking about."

"Stop it, Bella!" he yelled, standing up. I flinched. "You know very well who I'm talking about."

"No, I don't," I shook my head.

"Bella."

"Charlie."

"Don't make me say it."

"Say what, Charlie?" I stood up. "I honestly don't know."

"I'm talking about Edward Cullen!" he bellowed.

Edward who?

"Who's that?" I wondered.

"What do you mean, 'Who's that?' He was your boyfriend!"

I raised my eyebrow. This wasn't making any sense.

"I don't have a boyfriend, Charlie. I've never had one."

Charlie's expression became shocked.

"Of course you have. You were in love," he insisted.

"I've never been in love with anyone, Charlie. You're talking like a crazy person."

"You're the one who's talking like a crazy person!" he shouted. "How can you not know who Edward Cullen is?"

"I don't know anyone by the name Cullen," I informed him.

"Of course you do!"

"No, I don't!"

"That's it, Bella," he walked to me. He grabbed my wrist and began dragging me to my room.

"Let go!" I shrieked.

Charlie opened my drawer and handed me my photo album.

"Look at the first page," he ordered.

I did. This confused me. The page was blank, except for a small caption.

Edward Cullen, Uncle Charlie's kitchen, Sept. 13

What the…?

"There's no picture…" I remarked.

"There's no picture because you removed it."

"What?" I asked.

"Look at the other pages."

Edward and Uncle Charlie, Uncle Charlie's living room, Sept. 16

Edward Cullen, Uncle Charlie's living room, Sept. 16

"I don't get it," my head was spinning. "I don't know any Edward… Why…?"

"Bella, I think I know what's going on here," Charlie said.

"What?" I asked anxiously. I needed to find the underlying cause of this mystery.

"You've convinced yourself that Edward Cullen doesn't exist. You were trying to make the pain go away."

"But I don't know anyone named Edward Cullen!" I screamed.

"Think, Bella. Think carefully. What happened during prom? What happened during your birthday? What were you doing?"

I closed my eyes… Nothing…

"I can't remember," I panicked.

"That's because you spent both occasions with Edward Cullen," he explained, "Don't you see what's happened, Bella? You've suppressed every memory you've ever had with him."

"But… But… I… I…" I dropped the album to hold my head. "This doesn't make any sense… Nothing makes sense!" Tears fell angrily out of my eyes, desperate to understand this madness.

"Try and remember."

Bronze hair… pale skin… yellow eyes… Meadow… Ballet studio… Prom… Birthday…

Suddenly, that face was in my mind. It was all I could see.

"Ed-ward…?" I whispered. I was on my knees.

"Bella?" Charlie asked anxiously.

Edward, Edward, Edward, Edward, Edward, Edward, Edward, Edward!

"EDWARD!" I screamed. My face fell into my hands. I couldn't control myself. I sobbed uncontrollably.

"Shh, Bella, it's okay," he hugged me.

"No, it's not!" I shouted. "Edward!" I sobbed. "He's gone!"

"Let it out, honey, let it out," Charlie soothed.

"No! Edward! Don't go!" I was suddenly reliving the painful goodbye in the forest. "Please, don't go! No! I need you!" I cried. "Edward! Why? Come back!"

"That's it, Bella," he rocked me back and forth in his arms.

"Come back, please…" my voice was just a weak whisper. "Please, don't go, Edward…I need you… Edward… I love you… Edward…"

Everything went black.