MEMO: Time for all those long author notes you guys get at the end of stories, lol- but I'm sorry, I have to have it here.

This started out as the story, my second one, that was ridiculed so much at the beginning for the ridiculous idea of Bella committing suicide. I was given doubts, and told that Bella would never be like that. There were barely any hits quite a few chapters after that, sadly. But now- what do I find?? You guys are my MOST FAVORITE group!! Seriously- I've never had more positive feedback ever. This has got to be my most successful story ever- and I have to thank you guys SOOO much for it-

I swear, the only reason you guys weren't getting an earlier updating is because I keep postponing this. You have NO idea how sad this makes me!!

Seriously- I HATE parting with you guys, and I can't really continue off of this…you'll see why at the end.

It's my fairytale happy ending, personally- I'll have another note for that at the end.

Love you guys SOOO much, honestly- and I'll miss you guys so much too!!-

Disclaimer; There will be NO sequel!!

In addition, I'm using the same parts to the song I used last time- Ironic by Alanis Morisette!!

Bella's View-

When you think everything's okay and everything's going right
And life has a funny way of helping you out when
You think evertyhing's gone wrong and everything blows up
In your face

"Thanks Mom,' I sighed, getting up and ready to leave. "Don't I have seventy- four days," I asked him, raising an eyebrow. "Before I give you an answer?"

"You do," he grinned crookedly- the one I loved. "I'm sorry."

"Do you want to go for a walk?" I asked suddenly, looking up to him hopefully. Shut up, I shouted to myself, shut up- you're such an idiot!

"Sure," he smiled. "Midnight would be a great time for it."

Blushing, I looked down to my hands. "Let's go,' I closed my eyes and smiled, looking up to him for a nod- and the grin. The perfectly crooked grin.

And now, I realized, in all my life- strangely enough-, I was never as happy as I was this moment. I was with him- my somewhat-boyfriend soon to be something more I hoped. My Mom, I thought- at last. And my best friend- Rosalie- and sister.

Edward was right there, beside me, like that day in the woods, I recalled…

After several moments of silentness, uniting my hand in his own as we observed the sky- brightened by the stars, the moon casting shyly overhead. The sky, a perfect touch of nighttime blue, had portrayed an image that not even nowadays computers could represent.

"The world without Edison,' Charlie, I remembered, had once commented. I still needed to contact him, but that I knew, would be for tomorrow. Today was for Renee. Tomorrow for Charlie. And every moment in between, I knew, it was for confusion.

Edward squeezed my hand so tightly that I thought I had inured it as I looked over at him, questioningly. I knew he was surprised that I was letting him do this, same with myself. I wasn't even sure if I loved him. Trying to meet his gaze though, trying to understand what he thought gave him the permission to do this, I noticed he wasn't even with me right now- with his head up, looking at the sky with the utmost desperation. His eyes seemed to be beyond the beauty however, as it seemed as thought he was concentrating on something very hard, figuring out a problem without the slightest hint of frustration- but by the exact opposite- amazement.

I didn't want to break the silence, break his concentration, nor wake up to find this was all a dream, that I was in Mr. Banner's biology class still, trying to figure out what was wrong with my partner, dreaming up a ridiculous next-four-years course for myself with an even more ridiculous explanation. And so instead, I just stared up at him, wordlessly. His tall frame towering over mine at only five foot four, with his extending at six foot one- it was kind of embarrassing, I remembered, shaking my head. I didn't want to distract myself from this perfect moment with my useless thoughts.

Now in the moonlight, where I couldn't see his face as clearly, my blurred eyes looking up at him sheepishly, I found that even now the tears never seemed to go away.

"Bella,' he said, hesitantly at first, breaking the silence.

"What does your heart tell you to do?" Renee had asked, sympathetically.

"I don't know," I had cried, covering my face in my hands. "I really don't know."

"Do you think you can spend the rest of your life with him?" she asked, removing my hands. "Do you love him enough for that?"

"More than ever," I had cried. "More than ever."

"Then what's the problem?" she asked, confused. I realized now I was too.

"Remember when he left me Mom," I had asked, "I think he'll do it again. He'll-"

"Do you believe he'd leave you Bella, after your married?"

"No," I shook my head, not knowing what else to say at the time. Acknowledging it then too, as well as I did now. He wouldn't leave me- but I'd leave him.

"Do you love me," he had asked, stepping into our conversation then.

Now- it was only now- that I realized I truly did.

"What?" I asked, turning my eyes away from his to look at the stars. I didn't want to meet his gaze, not knowing what I would find there, what he'd find in mine. His expression was still thoughtful though, as if calculating numbers in his head. Like the time he'd first proposed, I remembered, and then shook my head. Seventy-three more days till I had to give an answer, I gulped. And if the rest of the seventy-three days were like this, I didn't know what I'd say.

I didn't say anything out of fear he might forget. I hated not knowing what he was thinking- whatever it may be. Whatever I would say, needed to plan to say before I said anything too desperate or pathetic.

"Will you marry me?" he asked, startling me.

"Why?" I demanded, pleased- but not showing it as the outcome of my silence. "Didn't I tell you, less than five minutes ago, that I still have seventy-three days left?"

"Can't stop a guy for trying,' he laughed, and then continued. "Well, I for one am in love," he began, taking my and up to his own. Stupid Bella, I wanted to say to myself, letting him do this- letting him continue. "But I wasn't sure about the girl."

"Not a guy?" I teased, laughing. I wouldn't blame him of course, if he wanted to tell me he was gay- just like I'd expected him to so many times before. He just grinned helf-heartidly, as something unrecognizable shone in his eyes at my suggestion. "What if you're right about the girl's feelings?" I challenged, whispering beside him.

"What if I am?" he retorted, the curiousity I knew he tried to keep hidden in his voice appeared easily anyway. Along with the pain. I could sense that at the beginning.

"Do you regret saving my life?" I grimaced, beside him.

"I really wasn't risking anything." he added. "And with the Volturi so long ago- not really, even though I wasn't risking anything then either."

"How about your sanity?" I asked, raising an eyebrow and he laughed. "Wow then," I mused. "Risking your life from a girl that probably doesn't even love you- how does that fit into your schedule?"

"Quite fine actually." I could feel his hand in mine become numb. He believed what I was saying. This was the third or fourth time I was confronting him with this, the first of course when I believed I was dreaming back in Forks. The next in Tokyo. Back inside. And now here- less than five minutes later. I wasn't even ready. I didn't know why I was letting him do this.

"Well sorry then," I murmured, squeezing his fingers within my own. "You can regret it later in twenty years when you're sick of me."

"And," he put on.

"And when I've already made you endure fifty added years with me,' I continued, gulping. "Married."

"Well then," he started. "I guess that pu-"

It's like rain on your wedding day
It's a free ride when you've already paid
It's the good advice that you just didn't take
Who would've thought... it figures
Mr. Play It Safe was afraid to fly
He packed his suitcase and kissed his kids good-bye
He waited his whole damn life to take that flight
And as the plane crashed down he thought
"Well, isn't this nice." And Isn't this ironic ... don't you
think?

But I cut him off immeidately pushing him closer to me and pressing my lips to his. It was one of those long and hard kisses, espically for the long part. That when I opened my eyes, the rain playing slightly on my forhead- I didn't even remember a rain- that I saw him.

Looking at him, in a black tux, and then down at myself- the expectant faces of the crowd- I realized where I was.

And then I looked down at my watch- how could I bare to part with it? Apparently it was broken for it had already been fitfty years- 2056 actually, according to my watch.

"What?" I asked, both dazed and confused.

"Nope," he grinned, immeidatley knowing what I meant, cupping my face in his hands ever so gently, and then silencing me with his lips. The only problem that I came to find is that I didn't remember waking out of that one.

Memo: Isn't this every girls dream?? To never wake up- to fall in love and never realize what happens to her…to be so utterly happy that you never know what happens around you??

I wont't explain what the last part means, you'll figure that out for yourself- perhaps when you read it, but I know there will be others who won't understand- perhaps will remember this after about twenty years or something!!

Those who remember it then to tell me

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