He Still Loves Me

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Okay, I know, I haven't updated in three days; please don't kill me. I've been really busy with stupid schoolwork, so take it easy, alright? And once again, thank you everyone for reading, reviewing, favourite-ing, or subscribing to this story. It means so much to me, really, thank you.

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This is chapter four, last chapter, and its longer than the others. But there will be an epilogue. I promise. I hope you all like the ending to this.

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Disclaimer: I don't own the Twilight Saga; that lovely series is by the talented Stephenie Meyer. I don't own Edward, or any of her characters, nor do I get to own Robert Pattinson, Taylor Luatner (thank the lord he is in new moon), or Cam Gigandet, I know, life just isn't fair.

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EPOV

How could she look so hurt and alone? Had she really been that miserable while I had been gone. I know I had, but she … she deserved much better than this. Than to be lying there on the cold floor, crying her heart out because of me. Me. The monster.

What could I have possibly done in my long life to possibly deserve her? She was so beautiful, and now she was sobbing because of what I had done. How could I have caused my Bella so much pain and misery?

I walked closer to her, and put my hand on her shoulder, waiting for her to look up and see me.

I continued to stare at her as she cried, until she finally looked up so her eyes met mine. It had seemed like a lifetime since I had looked into those deep chestnut brown orbs, but it was probably just months since I had last had that chance. Since I stormed out of her life, lying to myself that it would be better for her if I left her, and now only to return to Washington, and to come to this mall in search of her, knowing she would be here with Angela because of the urgent phone call I had received from Alice hours ago.

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I had made up my mind that I would go see Bella, again. That I would whatever I could to make her mine again, because I couldn't live without her.

It took me awhile to realize that my cell-phone was ringing continuously. I flipped it open, and saw that Alice was calling me. Pressing, "send", I answered her call only to hear a slew of words pushed at me all at once. I never even had the chance to say "hello".

"EDWARD! I just KNEW you would come to your senses sooner or later. I'm so disappointed that it took you this long to realize that you can't live without her. I saw you driving back to Forks to see her, and then I saw her going to Port Angeles for the day with Angela. They're at the small shopping centre at the Livingston and Ramble intersection. Hurry! You don't have much time! They must be already on their way there by now! You're two states away, hurry!!"

She didn't even need to take the time to breathe after she finished speaking.

"Thanks Alice, I'm on my way." I quickly, replied.

And with that, I dashed into my Volvo and drove way past the notorious speed limits of this country.

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I smiled down at my love, and saw that the tears that had been flowing down her face had now slowed to a mere few tears on each cheek. Slowly, I wiped the last of her tears away, and smiled down at my Bella.

She was so beautiful.

And then she opened her mouth so to speak, but no words came out. I had half expected her to yell at me; for her to be furious with me for storming out of her life and returning now. But she never said anything; she just stared at me. Was she shocked to see me? Did she not want to see me? Or was she just unable to think of anything to say about my sudden re-appearance?

This time when she opened her mouth, she spoke, loud and clear for someone who had just been crying her heart out; "am I dr-dreaming?"

She had stuttered, a nervous habit. But wait! Why in the hell did she think she was dreaming? How could she be? Did she not want me back? What was I doing ruining her life again?! She probably didn't love me anymore, and I had to understand that. She could do whatever it is that she wanted, I love her, and I'm not about to let my angel cry again.

"No, love, you're not dreaming. I'm really here."

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BPOV

I can't believe it. Edward Cullen is here with me, and I'm not dreaming.

Was this for real? Did he really come back to me, or did he just so happen to already be here and saw me crying?

I looked at him with confusion written all over my face, and he seemed to understand.

"That's right, love. You're not dreaming, Bella. I'm here, and I love you. I have always loved you, and always will. When I left you, I wanted you to be safe. I didn't want to put you in any more danger. But I was wrong. Without you, my life was like the Egyptian deserts without wind, like the night stars without the light of the moon. I missed you terribly, Bella. And I'm here to stay now."

If this really was just some really lively dream, it was a darn happy one at that. It was like a princess who finally got her dream come true, with her prince charming there to save her from the monster of loneliness and misery. If it weren't a dream, I would really have my Edward back, here to love me and protect me.

But was this really not a dream? There was only one way to find out.

Nervously, I reached my hand forward and pulled him closer to me, before lightly pushing my lips to his. I could feel his cool, marble lips next to mine and kissed him feverishly, wanting more. This was real. He really was back, and he really love me.

Breaking the kiss, and leaning my forward to his, I smiled.

He still loves me. And he's back, for good.

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aww, they're back together now, isn't that great? (:

I hope everyone liked this chapter. There will be an epilogue that I will be posting by Monday.

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