Author's Note: Sorry I haven't uploaded in awhile, I have been busy these past few weeks but hopefully I'll be able to upload a couple of chapters today :). Just a heads up this chapter is back to Bella's POV but as a pre warning Simon will get another POV in the next few chapters! Once again thank you all so much for your support it means the world to me.

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Chapter Eight

For a long time after Edward left I remained standing were I was, rooted to that spot as I continued to stare at the door he had left through. My mind was in turmoil, the conversation which had passed between us still swirled around in my mind, and making everything I had known all these years seem false. The way Edward had been talking… could it be true? Did he still love me? Had he really never stopped? Was the reason he had left really been about my safety?

I didn't know how to cope with that…if it was true. If what I was thinking was the truth, that what he had said to me tonight was true, then everything in my past pointless. If I had known his true reason for leaving would I have acted out as I had? Would I have recklessly gone to find the meadow where I had met the end of my life? I knew the answer. Yes I would have acted exactly the same way; I probably would have begged that bitch Victoria to bite me just so I could spend my vampire life looking for him…

What was I going to do know? The walls I had built around my heart all those years ago, to keep them all out should I have met them again, were tumbling down and I'd only seen them for one day. I knew that if Edward was to come back know then I probably would end up forgiving him and possibly even kissing him. Thankfully for me though, Edward was a gentlemen, he didn't just pounce on girls like some guys do. That thought gave me as much comfort as it did annoy me.

I was torn. Torn between what had happened and what was happening now. Simon had always told me to live in the moment not dwell on the things you could not change. Should I take that advice now? Should I make an effort with them all and see what happened? My brain and heart liked that idea – a lot. And with the realisation of what I was going to do, came the formation of 'butterflies' in my stomach. I was suddenly excited about seeing Edward tomorrow.

I felt like I had reverted back to my 17 year old self - the one that couldn't wait to see Edward, the one that constantly thought of him. Yes I did still love Edward. But that didn't mean that I'd fall back into his arms as easily as I would have done when I was 17. He had a lot of things to make up for, and I would make sure that he would do just that…

Soon it was morning and the excitement of seeing Edward became accompanied with nerves. Irrational nerves but real nonetheless. I quickly cleaned up the mess of crumpled plaster that was spread across the wall, before I headed upstairs to change. As I pulled some clothes out of my wardrobe, I smiled at my choice: a blue vest top and black shorts. I remembered all too well that Edwards favourite colour on me was blue. Just because I had decided to be nicer to him didn't mean I'd make his being in my presence any easier for him. As I pulled the clothes on I adjusted the shorts making sure they covered the tattoo on my hip. My very first tattoo. I didn't want Edward seeing that one quite yet.

Finally I hastily, grabbed some blue flip flops, my bag and ran out of the door suddenly in a hurry to get to English class. I tried to contain my mixture of nerves and excitement as I rode my bike to school. I failed miserably as they soon tripled in intensity as soon as I reached the car park. As I climbed of my bike I carefully scanned the car park. No sign of the Cullens. I couldn't help but feel slightly disappointed at that fact as I walked with the rest of the school to my first class.

My disappointment quickly vanished as I reached my English class and saw that Edward was already seated at our desk. A smile spread across my face as I saw him sitting there, head down staring at the desk. My smile was still there as I headed to the desk…