It's not very long, but this part of the story really needed it's own chapter. Read it up, my dears!

I must have stared at Edward for a good ten minutes.

"Will you marry me?"

The words echoed in my ears.

My mouth kept opening like I wanted to say something, but the words wouldn't come out. Briefly, I wondered if I resembled a fish.

Edward stared worriedly back at me, his face so soft, so vulnerable, so seventeen.

I felt like a thousand bricks were hitting me at once.

I was eighteen forever. Forever. I sighed. When I used to whisper the word to Edward, nothing had ever seemed so true. He had been my forever. And although I hated to admit it, he was still my forever.

But was I his?

Four simple words with so much depth, spiraling from a blinding, sparkling rainbow to static. I couldn't see what he wanted. Every cell in my body screamed at him, begging him to say yes. That I was all that mattered.

The embers of anger still left in me dissolved into a cloud of billowing, smoky grey ashes. The corners of my lips twitched. I wasn't angry. Not anymore. What good did it do? It scarred me horribly and seemed to fuel his self hatred.

So why couldn't I forgive him? I thought about it for a long moment. The realization was so obvious, so blunt, that I almost laughed.

I was scared.

Our love was more terrifying and thrilling than freefalling off of a hundred-foot precipice. I should know. Each swirl and tumble left us breathless, each gripping eachother for dear life. When he let me go, I crashed violently against the jagged walls, my only comfort being a small amount of padding provided by a sixteen year old werewolf.

Now he stood suspended in front of my broken and bruised form with open arms.

I hung undecided. Would he injure me even further?

The delicate glittering ring and pleading ochre eyes denied this fervently.

My common sense shook me and told me yes.

Romeo leaves and tells Juliet he simply does not love her anymore. When he comes waltzing back in, proclaiming his love for her, she's scared. What if he does it to her again? Would she be able to recover a second time?

She would be able to, but wouldn't want to. She could end her life. I couldn't. I would have to recover. I was immortal now.

My eyes refocused on Edward.

His liquid gold eyes smoldered into mine. I swallowed. Tentatively, I reached out and stroked his face with my fingertips.

Lightning bolts shot up my arm. I froze. Every kiss, every touch, every spoken word hung in his head on delicate golden threads. We were standing below them, hand in hand. I winced as I realized that I was the one holding scissors. I drew back my hand quickly. He frowned and gently took my hand.

You really weren't supposed to see that.

"Why did you leave?" The words weren't even audible, my mouth forming each separate syllable slowly.

I saw myself lying in a mess of crystal. Blood saturated the surrounding carpet. I winced as flames scalded my throat. I smelled so good as a human.

What if I hadn't been close enough? I couldn't just stay, Bella. Not after that. I wanted you to be with some one warm. Some one soft. Some one human. Some one who didn't put you in constant danger. It killed me. I was much worse than you.

He smiled and gazed at me with wondering eyes.

Bella, how could I not love you?

Edward released my hand and leaned up to kiss my cheek. The he glanced sorrowfully at the lovely ring in its red satin cushion. He began to shut the box.

Something panged in my chest.

"Don't."

My voice was so high-pitched and begging that he jumped. He stared at me, confused.

"Why not?"

"I'll marry you."

He started to smile before it twisted into a frown.

"It's not an obligation, Bella."

"I want to."

He beamed.

"You believe me. You know I love you."

I shook my head sadly. His face fell.

"I know I love you. Is it selfish that I want to keep you with me even if I don't fully believe you?"

Edward shook his head in disbelief before a dazzling crooked grin lit up his face.

"Not selfish at all, actually."

He eagerly took my hand and slid the dainty ring on my finger. His thoughts buzzed with euphoria.

Suddenly, he wrapped his hands roughly around my waist and crushed my lips to his. I wound my fingers in his hair and breathed in his delicious scent.

He pulled back, eyes sparkling.

"We're getting married."

Downstairs, Alice screamed in delight.

Haha, Edward is just so happy she loves him. I really hope you fully understood my version of Bella in this chapter, it's when she fully lets herself know why she couldn't believe Edward. So, I'm expecting a lot of reviews for this chapter. After all, I can't always come up with incredible plot twists, all work and no play makes Jack a dull boy. Hehehe, I'm just giggling in delight at my lovely little angst-ridden romantic chapter.

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