A/N: I am still pretty stuck but I feel that I need to make an effort for those of you who reviewed to my note. And I love some of the messages that seemed to scream at me not to stop. At least, that's what it felt like to see all those exclamation marks at the end of everything. All of your ideas have started to drag me out from my darkness. Thank you to all who helped, although, I was a little disappointed in the minimal amount of reviews I got for my last chapter. I worked really hard to give you something extra and I felt kind of snubbed for the lack of response. Please don't make me sad again. I hope you all know how great it is to see a flooded inbox because of what you wonderful readers do. Can you make me happy and show me some love? Get me out of my rut? I would really appreciate it.

So here is my attempt at writing in the dark. I want to make Rosalie a little nicer so Bella isn't so cautious around her. Since the few that reviewed seemed to like Edward's POV, I'll throw a little bit in, but not much.

Bella POV

I don't know what time it was but I knew that Charlie was still up because I heard his voice talking to someone, surprise noticeable in his voice. I was curious as to why he wasn't upset as to the late night intrusion, but the high soprano voice answered me immediately.

"Charlie, I'm here to get Bella. We want to have some fun tonight."

I could almost see the look of worry on his face as I pictured him staring at Alice. He was scared, no, terrified of Alice's idea of fun, and he didn't even know what it was. I heard him stutter as he tried to come up with an excuse to keep me here as long as possible, but I knew that it was a lost cause. I heard him humph as he turned and stalked away from the door. I groaned and flipped over, wrapping the blanket closer to my body when I heard my door open. The blanket was ripped from my bed, leaving me exposed to the tiny raven-haired pixie standing in my room, beaming at me.

"Go away, Alice. I'm tired. Just let me sleep. I'll be over at your house tomorrow, so you can primp me then," I groaned, thrusting my pillow over my eyes.

"No way, Bella. You're coming with me. We're going to have fun tonight, whether you like it, or not," she said. I could hear the smile in her voice and knew that I could fight all I want, but it would just end up with her carrying me down the stairs, flung over her shoulder like a bag of potatoes. "Besides, I want to have a bachelorette party tonight." I groaned even louder, pressing the pillow tighter against my face, hoping that I would almost suffocate, trying anything to get me out this torture.

She was losing her patience, and she ripped the pillow from my hands and flipped on the desk lamp. I shielded my eyes from the light, waiting for my sight to return. I sat up and looked at the clock, seeing that I had only been sleeping for about an hour. It was only 10:30. I gave up; it wasn't worth it, seeing that I had already lost before I began.

Her mood brightened as she bustled around my room, throwing clothes into my overnight bag. Once I was packed, she grabbed me by the hand and led me downstairs with me still in my pajamas. I tugged on her iron grip and begged her to let me go change, but she only laughed, saying that I was only going to put it back on once we got to her house. I sighed as we crossed to the door, turning to say good night to Charlie.

"I'm leaving, Dad. I'll see you tomorrow," I said, as I waved in the direction of the couch. His head popped up, the sadness evident in his eyes. I felt my eyes well up, and I fought against the tears that threatened to spill over.

He stood up and walked over to us, pausing to look down at me, before scooping me up into a tight embrace. I hugged him back, putting everything I could into it, letting him know that he had done a great job, no matter how many times he said otherwise.

I was confident that he had gotten the message when he hugged me back even tighter. I almost didn't want to let go. Something about being wrapped in my father's loving embrace made it even harder to hold in the tears.

We pulled away and I felt like I was leaving a part of me behind, a piece of my heart. I knew that it was the right thing to do. I was leaving behind my childhood to be with my love. And, in doing so, leaving behind my old life. Knowing that I wouldn't be able to see Charlie again after the wedding, I gave one last 'hurrah' before walking out the front door, waving once more at the figure standing in the doorway.

Alice dragged me toward her bright yellow Porsche, shoving me and my bag inside before jumping into the driver's seat. I closed my eyes and the waterworks began, the tears flowing faster the farther we drove. Somehow, I managed to regain my composure before we pulled up in front of the big, white mansion. We were out of the car and in the house in a matter of seconds. Alice pushed me into the shadows before calling out for Esme. She gracefully descended the staircase, stopping in front of us, smiling widely before enveloping me into a hug.

"Esme, is Edward here?" Alice asked, her eyes darting all over the place.

"No, dear. I sent them out to get somethings for tomorrow. Following your orders." She smiled down at us, her golden eyes dancing with laughter. "Of course, they were suspicious. The items I requested are unneeded, but it did amuse me. Although, I'm fairly sure Edward knew what I was up to." Alice's eyes showed a faint trace of panic. Esme brushed it away by saying that she kept her mind focused on the items in question. I found it funny in the beginning, but after hearing the words 'later tonight', whipped cream and chocolate syrup suddenly frightened the hell out of me.

I wasn't given much time to think. Seeing Alice and Esme's heads turn in the direction of the door, I knew the men were getting close. I heard the faint roar of the Jeep's engine, followed by the sound of rushing air as we flew up the stairs and into the safety of Alice's bedroom.

I was looking around when the sound of a door opening caused me to turn. Alice immediately flung her body between me and the intruder, but relaxed upon seeing Rosalie's face. She slipped in and closed the door quietly.

I almost did a double take when Rosalie smiled at me. It wasn't a 'hello' smile; it was an actual genuine smile. I felt the muscles in my face pull up and return the gesture. I felt small, strong hands push on my back, shoving me forward towards the bed. I walked over and pulled myself up, crawling over to the center and sitting cross-legged, waiting for Alice to tell me what we were going to do.

Edward POV

Upon returning from Esme's pointless shopping trip, we piled out of the car and raced to the door. I laughed as I left Emmett and Jasper behind me and made it through the door first. I stopped in my tracks, breathing in the heavenly scent that assaulted my sharp senses, awakening the ever-present burn in my throat. Voices from upstairs captured my attention, and I strained my ears to listen for something other than Alice's voice. The dull thudding of a heart reached my ears and I longed to run up the stairs, snatch my beloved off the bed, and take her away. I was sorely tempted, and would have done it, had Esme not walked through the door at that particular moment.

"Oh good, you boys are home. I would like it if you would help me finish getting ready for tomorrow?" she said, sweetly.

Emmett groaned behind me, leaning against the door frame. "What else is there for us to do? We've done everything. You gave us the go-ahead to relax and have fun. And, I am not putting more rice into those stupid little bags. It gets everywhere and I don't like cleaning it up."

Still smiling she shook her head and pointed to the stack of chairs leaning against the wall. We immediately set them up, finishing in a matter of seconds. I walked into the kitchen, wondering if my services were needed in here. I looked around, my eyes taking in everything, but not completely focusing on anything. All I could concentrate on was the loud laughter of the girls upstairs. I sighed before walking up to my room, throwing myself on the bed again, letting my body wrap itself in Bella's scent.

My mind was empty except for one image. I kept seeing the wedding, watching it unfold how I had always imagined it. It still seemed to good to be true. These were the moments that made me question the existence of a god. If there was, he was the nicest, most kind-hearted being to have given a gift as wonderful as the woman laughing in the bedroom just down the hall. If there wasn't, that would explain why I have her because no god would willingly give me such a marvelous partner. I couldn't complain though. Either way I looked at it, I was still marrying an angel, and I couldn't have been happier.

The need to steal her away came back full force when I heard her sweet voice mention a human moment. I was at the door, my hand resting on the knob, straining to keep myself from opening to door to look at her. I turned it but never opened the door. Once I heard the bathroom door shut, I figured there would be no point. And even if I did wait for her, Alice would know and she would have Emmett and Jasper dragging me from the house.

I knew I was torturing myself by staying in the house. My ever-present need for her was growing stronger every second that passed. I knew I should leave before I did something that would incur Alice's wrath. The sound of running water only confirmed my choice as I felt my hand involuntarily grip the door handle tighter, the metal in my fingers giving slightly. With the sound of the door opening, I took in one last breath, drinking in her scent, before diving out my window, waiting in the woods until sunrise.

Bella POV

I loved having girl-time, not counting the fact that I was sitting with vampires and not human girls. And I was relieved when I discovered that the whipped cream and chocolate syrup was for the ice cream that Alice had bought for me. It felt weird to be eating while they looked on, but strangely, I didn't really mind. After the pedicures and manicures, which I strongly opposed, I was perfectly content with lying back on the bed, listening to stories about every one of the Cullens.

I was clutching my sides, doubled over from laughing so hard about a particularly funny story about Emmett. Rosalie seemed to love telling bizarre stories about her husband, and I, in turn, loved every minute of it. I was still a little shocked that Emmett had actually ripped a tree out of the ground and tried to swing it at Edward like a baseball bat. But the fact that they had been fighting out on the edge of a cliff and Edward managed to shove him off the side was amusing. What was even funnier still was that the local media stations had to credit a small underwater earthquake as the cause of the tidal wave that crashed on the shore of a nearby beach, effectively frightening some beach-goers.

I felt my eyelids drooping and my body requesting sleep. They took notice and helped me slide under the covers of the massive bed. After flipping off the lights, I snuggled in and was out in seconds.

A/N: Okay, so that was probably pretty bad, but I wanted to give you all something. Please help me out. I really need it. My next goal is the wedding, if I can even get that far. I really want to see some reviews. And, I was wondering if you would consider mentioning the country that you're from? I'm curious to know how many people from other countries like this story. Just, please review. It would make me so happy.

Much love,

-Truth in the Moon

Life isn't about waiting for the storm to pass; it's about learning to dance in the rain.