A/N: Ok, so as I stated in the story summary, this is my first fanfic and any advice is welcome! I was really iffy about continuing on with this story, A.) because everyone's opinions are different B.) It might not be the greatest thing ever. But after some heavy consideration and a couple of reviews from the first chapter I decided to go for it. I am posting this chapter, and we'll see how the reviews go, if I don't get any well then that must just be a hint on how much I suck! So thanks again for reading and enjoy!

SHE SLEEPS LIKE AN ANGEL

I walked down the path, outside her house, and went directly across the street.

I must be crazy.

Even though I knew Charlie's words would never keep me away from Bella, MY Bella, they still stung. I did not want her father to hate me, but he had every right to.

I cannot imagine what life had been like for him after I left. I recalled the images in Alice's mind, back in Italy. The images from when her and Charlie had sat in Bella's kitchen and had talked about how Bella had been after I left. His daughter, who he did not exactly know all that well, had had her heart ripped out. Charlie was so used to living on his own, he probably had no idea what had been going on with her. But, he still had to put up with it, and try to help. All the moping, the crying, the withdrawing from her friends, all of it. And I had been responsible for it, so it is no wonder why when I showed up carrying her, as she looked like she was dying, he had freaked out.

I wanted to search through Charlie's mind and really see the images of Bella acting this way, but somehow I restrained myself. I wanted her to tell me. And if she didn't then that meant either she did not want me to know, out of sheer embarassment or it really had never happened. I hoped for the latter of the two. I wanted to believe that none of what Charlie told Alice was true. I simply cannot believe my Bella to be that easily broken.

Bella... I stared up at her window, eventually I began to climb the tree, almost at a human pace. I propped myself up outside her window and peered in.

Charlie was kneeling next to her bed, his head resting on his arm, holding one of her hands. His shoulders shook with sobs. Oh, Bella, I thought I had lost you... First Harry and then I thought you too... My baby girl, please don't ever leave me again... Charlie's thoughts sang out to me. I had to block them out, for I was thinking almost the same thing. I had been so close to losing her forever. I had been so idiotic, but I would never make that same mistake again, never.

I watched Charlie for a while longer. Charlie stroked Bella's hair as he calmed down, somewhat. Don't think you're not in trouble though, young lady, because you most definately are...

I almost smiled to myself as I listened to the change in Charlie's mind. My poor Bella, she had done a lot, RISKED a lot to go and save me. I was going to make it up to her though. I would make sure that it didn't really feel like she was ground, for what looked like was going to be the rest of her life. I would constantly be kicking myself because all of this was because of me and my arrogance.

I watched Charlie stroke Bella's arm and pull her covers up a little higher, a father with his sleeping child. An odd feeling washed over me as I realized that would never be me. I could never give Bella that life no matter how badly I wanted to. She deserved so much better than me, someone who could keep her warm and give her a family. I think if I could have cried, right then I would have been. It was too late now though, I want Bella and she is mine, I cannot bring myself to leave her again. I may not be able to give her a normal life, but going by the things I saw in Alice's mind, then atleast I could give her A life. Charlie had basically described her as the walking dead (HA!), so some life would be better than nothing, if she would take me back that is...

Finally, Charlie got up and kissed Bella's forehead. He walked to her door and took one last glance and then shut the door.

FINALLY! I slipped in through her window and stood there for a moment, deciding what I should do. I did not know if she would be comfortable with me lying next to her in bed, like we used to. I still didn't know if I was forgiven, and the last thing I wanted was for her to wake up and scream at me for coming near her like that. But I could not force myself to go sit in the rocking chair, I had been away from her for far too long, and sitting even six feet away felt like it would rip my heart to shreds longing for her.

So, I retook Charlie's spot, and kneeled by the edge of her bed. I laid my chest on the bed and propped my chin on my arm, and just stared. I could never get over her beauty. She must be crazy to think she was so ordinary, her beautiful, deep, chocolate eyes, her full red lips, and her lovely blush. She was gorgeous. I couldn't take my eyes off her.

She was in a deep sleep, her body making up for the last three days that it had gone without it. I so desperately wanted to climb into bed with her and lay my head on her chest and listen to her heart. I could hear it perfectly from where I sat, but still, the idea of touching her...

Every once in a while I would hear Charlie's mind as he wandered up the steps. I'll just check on her... With lightning quick movements, I slipped back out the window and shut it all before Charlie even started reaching for her door handle.

He did this about once every hour. I found it quite annoying, but at the

same time I understood completely. His daughter had just returned after disappearing for three days, in the arms of the "kid" who had left her basically for dead months ago. Of course, he would be worried about her and would want to know that she was still there.

Finally, Charlie decided to go to bed. He came in one last time and kissed Bella's forehead lightly. Goodnight, darling...

After he had left, I slipped into her room once again. I took my spot again by her bed. I looked at the clock. It was 10:47 p.m. She had been sleeping for twelve hours. I missed her lovely chocolate eyes, I wanted them to open so I could gaze deep into them.

I couldn't resist the urge to touch her so I began to play with her hair. I twisted it and stroked it. Her hair was so soft and it shone as I shifted it into the moonlight. Next, I moved to her forehead, dragging a finger from one side to the other and down her cheek to her chin- right below her bottom lip. The urge to kiss her right then was almost impossible to fight, but somehow I managed.

I was such an idiot. To leave Bella was so...there wasn't even a word to describe it. If I ever tried it again it would be like suicide, I realized how much I couldn't live without her. The pain was so unbearable, even just thinking about it, churned my gut and made my dead heart crumble. Never again Bella...I promise. I had made the mistake once, but that would be the one and only time. Speaking of time, it was passing quickly, hopefully she would wake up soon. I was getting excited, soon I was going to gaze into those brown orbs...

Then, it hit me. I was reading way to much into this. She had never said that she forgave me. What if she woke up and told me to get out? What would I do? I can't live without her. Suddenly, I didn't want her to wake up. This way as she slept was perfect. She couldn't reject me if she wasn't conscious. I could stay by her side for the rest of forever as she slept, but if she was awake, she could send me away if she wanted. I pressed my lips to her forehead lightly

Uh-oh, moment of truth.

Her breathing pattern changed and increased at my touch. My Bella began to wake...