We did indeed get on a plane. Edward ran his fingers gently down my arm as he guided me with his other one, up the steps and into what sounded like a large, but quiet room. I expected to be able to run my hands down the backs of chairs, and find whatever seat we were taking, but there were no seats within my grasp. What kind of a plane had no seats? The answer; a private one. I could hear four heartbeats in total, two for the pilots, and two for the attendants. I listened intently to the heartbeats of the two attendants, and also their increase in heartbeat whenever Edward addressed or spoke to one of the women. It took all of my strength not to laugh.

Edward led me to a leather sofa and left my side for a moment, with the words 'stay put'. I heard him walk off.

"Can I help you Mr Cullen?"

"Two things." He said. I heard the rustle of paper and then no more conversation. He was purposefully shutting them up, so I would have no inkling of where we were going. I would have been more mad at him, if it weren't so damn cute. When he returned to me I poked my tongue out at him. I heard a chuckle from beside me.

"Careful love, or I may just bite that off."

I stuck out my tongue again, only to be surprised when his teeth suddenly enclosed around my tongue. We both laughed slightly, then began kissing. It seemed as though the removal of my sight amplified the feelings and the sensations. He tasted so much sweeter, felt so much softer, We could both hear the two attendants whispering when they thought they were out of earshot.

Did you see how handsome he was?

Who's the girl with him? She's beautiful too.

He's surprising her! What I wouldn't give to date a guy like that!

That kind of broke us apart and we smothered more laughter as many other similar comments were heard. I raised my hand to the blindfold, only to find my hands suddenly encased by his.

"Please?" I asked. "I promise not to look out of the window."

"No Bella. You will find out when I let you." He replied.

"Did I mention I hate surprises?"

"Did I mention, you look rather adorable when you're miffed?"

"I am not miffed."

"Yes you are." His voice was so musical, so happy that I couldn't possibly deny him this. I pretended to still be 'miffed' though. I sat back a little and sighed loudly.

"Can you not give me one hint?"

"It is something you will enjoy immensely."

Not helpful. The flight to wherever we were going took two hours, I heard one of the attendants comment on the time, and Edward's slight growl of disapproval. In their defence, they did not know that we had the super-intense-hearing abilities to be able to pick up on their whispered comments from the other side of the plane. Soon enough though, Edward placed his hands over my ears, as the beginning of a landing approval sounded on the pilot's radio. That was my chance to find out where we were going, and I was hedging on the fact that Edward would have forgotten it. He didn't.

After the plane landed, Edward helped me out and into another car. Without any instruction, the driver started the car and began driving. I felt the turns of the vehicle, the heartbeat and breathing of the driver, even the slight vibrations of sound in the car, but none of it told me where we were going. It smelt more like a city, wherever we were. Eventually Edward picked me up and carried me, bridal style into a building. As soon as we entered, I used my senses to determine where we were.

The building smelt musky and it had an old feel to it. Barely anyone was there, as there were no heartbeats, and the only ones were distant. What I could hear though was the tuning of what sounded like instruments. I felt the air around me change direction as Edward began carrying me up a flight of stairs. By this time I had become so used to my blindness that I almost forgot I had sight. When Edward eventually tugged the blindfold of gently, I had to repress a gasp of surprise.

The floor was red velvet, though I could not feel it as I was still in Edward's arms. Everywhere else seemed to be a mix of gold and black. Edward pushed us through a black curtain and suddenly I realised where we were. I wasn't sure in what city, or in what country (though it was probably America), but we were in a theatre of some sort. We were in the center of the audience, but above the stage, on a balcony. I felt not unlike Julia Roberts in Pretty Woman. We were not seeing an opera however.

"I know how much you enjoy Disney movies, so perhaps, you might enjoy a different perspective on one of the most classic tales. This is a ballet performance of Sleeping Beauty." Edward explained, watching me carefully for my reaction. I smiled so hard that my lips may have touched my ears.

"Edward! It's wonderful! You shouldn't have gone to all of this trouble!" I said, kissing him furiously and hugging him extremely tightly. He laughed again and the lights around us dimmed. I couldn't help but notice the conspicuous absence of people in the theatre. Of course Edward had rented the entire theatre – he wanted us to be alone and certainly had the money to do so. I was slightly annoyed by that, but would be angry later.

The dancers were dressed so elaborately, and beautifully, their movements well timed to the music. The story was incredible and my mind was fortunately capturing every minute of it, the splendour and the emotion in every movement, in the settings and of course in the music. One thing I did notice though, was, as I stared at the dancers, every now and then I would feel immensely happy, and, by coincidence, they would smile just a little more. Edward seemed to be picking up on my mood too, as he was as elated as I was.

I don't know quite how it happened, but all too soon there were beautiful colours shining around the dancers. Most seemed to have yellow and orange around their bodies, some had blue and green too. Only one had a white colour about her and it seemed rather negative. The more I focused on the dancers, the more the colours seemed to appear, until they melded, dancer and colour moving brilliantly around the stage. Too quickly, the dances ended and the story wrapped up, with a glorious happy ending. I would have been crying, were I human, but my mind was so buzzed and blissful about being here that I couldn't even take the smile off of my face. I turned to Edward and he had a contemplative look on his face.

"Did you see it too?" I asked. He looked to me, his brow more furrowed.

"See what Bella?" he asked in return. At first, I thought he was playing with me, but the look in his eyes told me that he really didn't know what I was talking about. I smiled and shrugged.

"The dancer with a scowl on her face." I said. He relaxed slightly, though I could see he knew I was holding back. As I stared at him though, blue, pink and red started to flash around his body, much as the dancers on stage had. I was so busy contemplating the colours that I missed Edward's question the first time.

"Pardon?"

"How long have we known each other?"

"I don't know. A year or so. More like two if you count nights as days." I watched him very carefully now, focusing on him instead of the array of changing colours around him. He seemed anxious somehow, but determined still. "What city are we in?" I asked.

"Do you love me?"

"More than life itself." I answered, without a second thought, or even really a first thought. Edward smiled at the swiftness of my answer. "What city are we in?" I repeated.

"And you have no idea how long I've waited for you. You are so much more to me than you could ever realise. Everything I do, I wonder whether or not you would approve, whether or not you would enjoy doing it with me." He blinked twice and smiled. "Don't take that out of context."

I laughed a little. Was he purposefully trying to avoid telling me what city we were in? I felt exactly the same way about everything I did too, always wondering how he perceived me more than anyone else. I felt almost stalkerish at times; I could name every one of his favourite bands, his favourite colours, flowers, days, people, holidays, stones and the reasoning behind all of them. I knew and memorised every inch of his face and smell, so much so that, I felt like I knew every part of him and could pick him out easily from a crowd, with a blindfold on.

"What city are we in?" I asked again. We couldn't be anywhere near Alaska, they had no theatre and I had detected no extreme reduction in temperature as we had gotten out of the car.

"Would you marry me?"

I blinked once, trying to process the question. Edward, my Edward, the Edward Cullen, wanted to marry me?

"Why?"

EPOV

"Why?" she asked. She looked to me confused, and my unbeating heart plummeted. "Why would you want to marry me?" she clarified. My spirits rose again. How could I not? She was the most beautiful most honest, loving, adorable person I had ever met. Despite my taking her life, despite me being so hostile to her, she brought out the best in me, woke me up to a level I had never been, got me to such a peaceful place, where I had been wallowing in self-pity before.

"Because I love you." I said simply. She looked at me for one moment, before frowning and turning away, her shoulders shaking with suppressed sobs. My heart sank back, further than before and I swallowed painfully.

"I can't." She said. I almost gave up there, but something pushed me on.

"Why not?" Was it my family? The lack of her family? Did she not love me enough? Was I moving too quickly? Was I too old for her?

"I can't marry you," she turned to me, her face buried in her hands. My heart tore itself to pieces and my brain began to go over every way I could fix this, any way I could erase this.

"Not until you tell me what damn city we're in! It's driving me insane!" She looked up at me with the largest smile on her face. She hadn't been crying – she had been laughing. I lunged at her, my fingers finding her ribs and she began laughing as I tickled her.

"Stop! Stop!" she cried.

"Not until you agree!" I laughed, already knowing her answer.

"Yes! Yes I'll marry you!"