.A/N: People there is a MAJOR problem! I asked you to vote on my poll on which POV you would prefer for Damien and Rosalinda's reunion. Well it seems that we have a tied between Damien's POV and Both POVs. What do I do??? Please if you haven't voted yet, vote. You may be the one who'll solve this. Please?

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Recap:

"Bella," I whispered as I felt her tear on my cheek. A small smile appeared on my lips. Bliss…

Confessions

Please understand

I am not me

Do not stand

And ask me to be

The one you love so fiercely

EPOV

"Sweetheart?" I whispered in her hair as I ended another loving melody. She had her arms wrapped tightly around me and her face buried in my chest as I continued playing a few more melodies for her. It seems that I did something right with the poem because ever since I said it she'd been like she was in a daze. Even all the other ladies in the place paid attention to us, ignoring whoever it was who sat with them. Even the men in the room were amazed by our apparent affection. It made me wonder…

Isn't this the beauty of love? Isn't this normal for any two people who were in love? I knew that my love for Bella was more than any other love in the world but I thought that the display of my affection to her would be something normal and expected. I thought that that was what men did when they found a woman that had altered them completely. Wasn't this the case? From the thoughts around me I figured that it wasn't. I smiled. At least Bella now knew that she wasn't like everyone else. Maybe that would show her even a small proportion of my complete insane feelings about her.

"Mhmm?" she breathed against my chest. If possible, my smile widened. I barely registered the applause. It was hard to concentrate on anything but her, and I wasn't willing to concentrate on anything but Bella.

"I'm willing to bet that your food will be frozen by now…" I said against her hair. My lips were resting on her head. And every inhale I took, brought in the scent of her hair. Sweet freesia mixed with strawberry shampoo. What an utterly distracting scent…

Her arms tightened around me, holding me impossibly closer, "I don't care," she mumbled.

I chuckled as I ducked a little to lay a kiss on her forehead. "I do," I said as I lifted my hands off the keys. The atmosphere was quiet and I was willing to bet my existence that they were quiet because they wanted to listen to our short conversation. And I was sure that they had heard. It was so quiet that even a whisper would sound loud.

I heard a mixture of "aw's" and sighs from all around me. Have they ever heard of privacy? I also heard some mental protest about me leaving the piano. They wanted more, but I wasn't playing to entertain them; I did it for Bella.

I carried Bella back to our table and I stared at nothing but her eyes. Her strong loving gaze made me lightheaded and almost made my knees weak. Was it possible for a vampire to collapse? It felt like I would. How could one look affect me so much?

I sat back in my place, but with her on my lap this time. She was going to turn for her food but I stopped her hand from reaching the plate. She looked at me, confused, amd I just smiled and called for our waiter.

He came and I mentally patted myself on the back because he seemed to find no competition between me and him. I almost smirked. "Could you please get her a new plate?" His eyebrows flew up at my request but did not disagree.

"Edward! You're doing that on purpose!" she accused.

"Doing what?"

"Spending more money. What's wrong with this dish?" she challenged.

I shrugged, "It's cold. I know that food's better when it's hot," I stated simply. I remembered that from my human days.

I heard a few quiet chuckles that I doubted Bella heard.

"You know, you could have just asked for him to put it in the oven to heat it a little. Plus I didn't complain about it being cold!" she clarified with a raised eyebrow.

"But fresh is always the best. And I want the best for you. Moreover, if I wait for you to complain about something so I could do it, well forever won't be long enough. You never complain, and that's oddly irritating," I said honestly as I raised my own eyebrow. This time the laughs were a little more noticeable. I hoped Bella wouldn't notice that the laugh was over our conversation.

"So you are telling me that you want me to complain?" She crossed her arms and fought a smile. She was losing the fight.

I leaned in and wrapped my arms around her and buried my face in the crook of her neck. I could feel her blood flow increase and her scent become more concentrated. I guessed that she was blushing. "No," I murmured, "what I'm saying is that I want you to be honest with me." I tightened my arms around her waist and buried my face deeper, "I want you to be able to talk to me about anything like you used to…" By now people were starting to engage themselves into their own small talks. Finally, they felt the need to give us our privacy. I took a deep breath as I finally said the words that have been screaming in my head for six months now, "I want you back, Bella…"

I waited for her response as a thirsty man in a desert awaited the rain. I felt her body tense and my heart reacted immediately, catching in my throat. Causing an inability for the air to pass. I stayed in her hair, hiding from whatever expression was on her face. I did not want to see how her face would look like if she rejected me. I would rather hear it. At least the last memory of her would be the smile she was trying to fight.

After a few torturously slow passing seconds Bella's arms, hesitantly, wrapped around me. I felt her hand stroke my hair and her head rest on my shoulder. Was this a good sign or a bad sign?

"Edward…" She started in a whisper, "I do want you back too…"

"But…?" I said as I pulled away to read her face. Her face was torn. Heartbreakingly torn.

She hesitated but did not answer me.

"Is this about your legs, Bella?" I asked. If it was, then that was easy. I would find a way to prove to her that this did not matter to me.

"A… a part of it…" she stuttered.

"And what's the other part?"

She hesitated again, but then sighed in what looked like defeat. "You asked me to be honest… and I don't want to lie to you…" she whispered as she looked down at her fumbling hands.

I lifted her chin up with my finger, meeting her eyes with mine, "You don't have to lie. Tell me."

"I…" Her eyes searched mine frantically, what for? "I don't know if I could explain it right…" she admitted.

"Please try," I pressed. I had to know what prevented her from being with me again. I had to erase whatever it was.

She chewed on her lip for a few seconds as she thought it through. I was afraid that she would bite her lip too hard and bleed. I could protect her from anything and everything but herself. The seconds ticked by and I started to wonder if she was even planning on answering.

"Bella…" I whispered, not wanting to press her, but needing to know.

Her eyes closed and she took both her lips between her teeth just before she let them go to breathe, "I'm not so sure if I'm Bella anymore,"

I froze. What did that mean? My mind churned over her words, but I couldn't find sense in them.

She opened her eyes and saw my confusion. She sighed again and this time it was with sadness. "Do you remember when I heard you scream and you came to talk to me?"

I nodded apprehensively.

"I told you that the Bella you once knew was dead… What did you understand from that?"

"Nothing…" I mumbled as I remembered being more concerned with the fact that she had said that we couldn't be together.

She looked down at her hands as she opened up to me for the first time in so long. Bella was finally telling me, herself, what had happened to her. I braced myself for the worst. "When you left… I kinda went into shock…" She glanced up at me from under her lashes, she was down playing it. "I just… my mind couldn't wrap itself around it… that you had actually left. It wasn't something I could handle easily."

I winced mentally.

"I was in shock for three days, when I came back to reality I was struck by the fact that you were really… not there…" her voice faltered a little and I had to clench my teeth to keep my pain from showing on my face. I wanted her honesty, and if she saw how hard this was for me she would stop. "When my dad came to take me from the hospital so I could go back home… that was when I realized it. My legs didn't move. I tried to get off the bed several times, but I couldn't. Charlie panicked and called a doctor…" she paused again, taking a deep breath.

"The doctor said that what happened to me was an emotional shock and paralysis was its side effect. They took me to a therapist but that was when the whole problem started… I wouldn't talk about myself…" She met my tortured gaze and whispered, "I closed up. I morphed into a wall. A wall that would prevent the real Bella from getting attached to anyone so she wouldn't get hurt again…" My hands fisted and I tried to hide them from her but she noticed. She took my hand and unclenched it, tracing mindless lines on it softly. "Damien was able to get past some of those walls but not all of them… My mind's mission was to keep me safe and that's what it did… I spent months standing behind that wall, pretending to be happy or normal or whatever the situation I was in demanded. I created my reactions to everything, so that very soon…" she swallowed loudly as she met my eyes again, "I forgot how my real reactions would be like…" Her eyes were full of pleading for my understanding.

I touched her cheek with my hand, "Bella…" I whispered.

Her hands held mine tightly as her eyes burnt into mine, "I do not know who I am anymore, Edward…"she confessed fiercely, "I don't know if I'm Bella, the girl that you fell in love with or if I'm the wall that prevented Bella from ever showing for six months. I'm not even sure if every word I say is a lie or not. I lost myself, Edward…" Her eyes filled with tears and her voice was thick with tears.

I took her face a little too roughly in my hands and burned my eyes into hers, "You listen to me Isabella Swan. You are the one I love. The one I see in front of me. You have not lost yourself. You are still my Bella. That wall that you had built didn't kill you. It hid you. There's a big difference. If you are willing to let that wall fall, it will crumple to the ground. Do you want me back?"

"Yes, I do. More than anything," she whispered truthfully.

"Do you believe that I love you as fiercely as I try so hard to show you?"

"Yes, I believe you," she vowed, still searching my eyes.

"Do you trust me to never hurt you again?"

"Yes…" she mouthed now and her eyes grew wider as my gaze intensified.

"Then let it fall!" I said fiercely, willing her with my eyes to do it. "I will never leave you again. I'll always be with you. Never again will I make that kind of mistake again. That's not a promise, that's a vow… A swear. I swear to you, Isabella Swan, with my entire existence, that I shall never leave your side unless it was your desire. Can you hear me?" I was speaking through my teeth as I tried to get through to her.

"Yes," she said in a small voice. Her eyes were wide as they stared back into mine. I'd never been this intense with her but it had to be done that way. I had to show her that every fiber in my being regretted my mistake.

"Do you believe me?!" I pressed again.

She held my hands tighter to her face and I saw her eyes flash. A look of determination replaced her desperation. "I do believe you," she said, her voice stronger than before.

"Then let the wall fall!" I repeated.

She intertwined her fingers with mine and took a deep breath. She held it for a few seconds before letting it out with a loud sigh, "I will," she said as she leaned forward to rest her head against my chest, "I will," she repeated.

I relaxed and guided her hands to my back, then left them to wrap my arms around her again. I kissed her hair softly and embraced her tighter.

Of course the waiter would choose that exact moment to interrupt with her food. I pulled away from Bella so she could eat. I watched her eat, a smile playing at my lips. I had missed watching her eat. I knew that I had seen her eat in the past few days but this was different. We were alone and she was more beautiful than normal.

She seemed to like whatever it was she was eating. I smiled a little wider, satisfied that she approved. Her meal wasn't silent. I would comment every now and then about how I loved to watch her eat and she would answer, saying how it made it awkward for her. I just chuckled and continued gaping at her like the gentleman that I wasn't. Not at that moment.

Then when desert came the tension had all but faded, leaving us happy again. She glared at me most of the time because of the dessert and I would just laugh. She was surprised to find that she liked the dessert and when I'd asked about the reason, she answered.

"I mean, it's chocolate chips for crying out loud. How could they make it better than any other place? It's not something complicated…"

"See? Now aren't you happy that I didn't let you have it your way? Then you wouldn't have tasted them…" I teased with a grin.

"Nope, it's still too much," she contradicted stubbornly, but I could see her smile. The edges of her lips were trying to turn up but she wasn't having that.

I paid the bill, trying to hide from Bella the amount of money I pulled out of my wallet. After I'd paid and given the waiter a generous tip (even though he didn't deserve it), I carried Bella outside and into the car.

I sat in the car for a few minutes before turning the key and starting the car. I did not know if we were back together again or not. Really back. I hesitated as I struggled to look calm while I asked her.

"So…" I started without meeting her eyes, "are you back?"

She did not answer right away so I looked up, only to find her watching me.

"Edward, come here…" she said nonchalantly and I didn't understand if that meant yes or no.

I leaned forward to see what it was that she wanted but was surprised when she captured my lips with hers. It was only for a brief moment.

Then she pulled away and whispered, "Yes, I am."
I'm sure the smile that broke on my face was ludicrous. It should have hurt my cheeks but it didn't. I leaned back again in my seat and took her hand in mine after I had turned the key, and drove us back to the hospital.

We drove in silence. But it was a comfortable silence. I could almost see my joy lingering in the air. We were together again… finally. No more pain; no more wait; no more separation. Just Bella and I… forever.

I was still in my joy high when I felt Bella's hand shake a little. "Edward," she whispered and I looked to find her face paler. Her eyes heavy lidded and her face swaying a little.

"Bella!" I said in alarm, but just before my mind could take it too far, she whispered "don't worry, it's Rosalinda. Call Damien and tell him that I have to sleep now," she instructed in a slurry tone, "Rosalinda is here."

A/N: Dun Dun Da!!!!!!! Ocake so no more pain between Edward and Bella. Yay. They're officially back! So again I repeat, if you did not vote on my poll please do. I really need your help. Hope you enjoyed that.

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