AN- Ladies and gentlemen.. I introduce you to Edward Cullen.

EPOV

I headed for the kitchen to make a cup of coffee, tripping over pretty much everything I owned on the way out of my bedroom. My apartment really was a mess. There was dirty crockery on almost every surface, I can't remember the last time I used a vacuum and sheet music was scattered everywhere. The only clean space was my piano. I had somehow managed to squeeze in my grandfathers grand piano when I moved in. It was a truly exquisite instrument and my most prized possession.

There were hundreds of painful memories surrounding this piano, after 17 years I still couldn't think of the memories of her as being happy. I missed her more than I thought humanly possible. Every time I sat at the piano I had to tell myself it was for the best, she was better off without me. I couldn't hurt her any more. It didn't stop me from wondering though, what was she doing with her life. Did she still live in Forks? I felt a twang of jealousy as I wondered whether she had a family, I had always promised Bella that I would make her mine officially one day and that we'd live in a big old fashioned house and have lots of children. I told myself as long as she was happy it didn't matter. Bella's needs would always come first.

I hadn't been with anyone since. I couldn't bring myself to even try. My parents had tried to set me up with their friends daughters organising dates for us but I never showed. I know it wasn't very nice and I always felt guilty afterwards, but I'd get in the car ready to go and every time it would feel like I was betraying Bella. If I'm honest I've thrown myself into my music for the last 17 years, writing jingles and being an all round sell out. I made a decent amount of money for it, but I had no reason to spend it. I bought food and alcohol, lots of alcohol. It wasn't as if I had to pay rent, my parents owned the entire block of apartments.

I threw on some sweatpants and an old hoody and went to check my mail.

"Morning Edward." Jessica Stanley was walking up the stairs towards me, elevators weren't my thing, I always felt like a lazy ass using an elevator. Unfortunately Jessica had cottoned onto this fact and spent most mornings waiting on the staircases for my early morning trip to collect the mail.

"Morning." I smiled politely at her but quickly averted my eyes I didn't want her to get the wrong idea. She fluttered her eyelashes at me, I thought I was going to vomit in my mouth. I really wasn't turned on by overly confident women, especially when they made vile suggestions which I'm pretty sure Jessica was thinking about doing.

"Wow, you cut your hair. Looks really good." She went to run her hands through my freshly cut hair. I dodged out of her way, made my excuses and ran down the rest of the staircase. In all honesty I hated my hair short, I'd taken a set of clippers to it one day after a particularly harsh session at the gym. I'd gotten sick of the way it stuck to my forehead when I got sweaty. I much preferred it long though, I couldn't run my hands through short hair, it didn't calm me down.

The only mail I received was a cheque for $1000 for a jingle I'd done, it had taken me a day and I wasn't particularly impressed by my efforts but they obviously were, I stuffed the cheque in my pocket and went about my daily routine. I jogged around my block, stopping once to talk to my fathers colleague Liam, his wife Siobhan was due to have a baby this week and I wanted to congratulate him before I forgot. I returned to my apartment and jumped in the shower, after throwing on a random assortment of clothes I cooked myself some breakfast. Around 12 o'clock I went to the florist for some flowers, I was dining with my parents this evening and I always took my mother flowers. On the way back I stopped at the liquor store and bought a bottle of Jack Daniels for my father, it was his guilty pleasure. I spent my afternoon messing about with a new theme tune for another crappy product.

5 o'clock rolled around and I threw on the only clean shirt I own, with some jeans, my trusty blazer and a pair of flip flops getting into my Volvo I noticed Jessica leaving the complex with a greasy blonde guy. I was glad she'd found someone, perhaps she'd leave me alone. Something inside told me that would never happen.

Pulling up outside my parents house I noticed my father had been driving the porsche. I shook my head, old man couldn't get enough of his porsche. He shouldn't even be working, the man was 65 and still insisted on working every day at the hospital.

"Edward!" My Mom ran out the front door to greet me, her caramel coloured curls bouncing on her shoulders as my father smiled at us from the doorstep. My Mom was a few years older than my father but she didn't look a day over 35, he on the other hand didn't have a single blonde hair left on his head. His hair was pure white now, and although his face showed signs of wear, he still had that sparkle in his eye, my parents were truly happy together it was evident in their faces. I kissed my Moms cheek as she threw her arms around me.

"Hi Mom, Dad." My father casually threw a wave in my direction, an outsider would see it as him shrugging me off, not bothered about my presence. Truth was My father and I were really very close, we just never needed verbal communication.

My Mother had prepared a fabulous three course meal for us that evening. She seated me and my father at the table with a glass of Austrian white wine and shortly joined us with our starter, chicken, roasted garlic & sweetbread terrine, heritage tomato salsa and sourdough. It was incredible, the best terrine I had ever tasted. I hadn't eaten good food in a long time. I mostly survived on takeaways so when she served the main course my stomach started doing celebratory back flips. Grilled organic salmon steak, crushed new potatoes, prawn butter and fresh vegetables. Salmon was my favourite, especially the way my mother served it. After ensuring there was nothing left on my plate, I rested against the back of the chair and unbuttoned my pants, as did my father. My mother refused our help in clearing the table and returned 20 minutes later with her ultimate dessert. I wondered if my stomach could take any more but then I realised there was always room for my Moms chocolate pudding with home-made peanut butter and jelly ice cream. I made a pact to come for dinner much more often, especially if Mom was gonna prepare food like this every time I came.

Returning to my apartment was disappointing. I wish we still lived in the house in Forks, my parents were so much happier there after all. My mother had decided they were moving to Chicago a week after I started college here. It had been strange at first, not returning to the house I grew up in every Summer, but instead to this strange house that I had no memories in. I threw myself hard against my bed and instantly wished I hadn't. I could see the dust floating in the air around me, pushed out of the mattress by my impact with it. It was disgusting, I couldn't remember the last time I changed my bed. I pulled my laptop open and went straight to Facebook. I had recently created a 'page' and wanted to check my comments. I had very few friends, my father, Liam, Siobhan, Jessica and the guy who lived down the corridor from me, Tyler.

I was immediately interested in catching up on some people I hadn't heard from since I left Forks. I was pretty sure they all still lived there. I began typing into the search bar.

Alice Brandon. Only the name the search retrieved was Alice Whitlock, I wasn't surprised in the slightest, Jasper had been completely and utterly besotted with her through the whole of high school. I looked through Alice's pictures. She didn't look much different and nor did Jasper, they obviously looked older and the hairstyles were different. They also appeared to have children, a boy and two little girls and judging by her most recent photo's she was pregnant again. I smiled. Alice and Jasper were happy and they seemed to have everything each of them had wanted.

Emmett McCarty. Married to Rosalie McCarty. No Way! Emmett was married to smoking hot Rosalie Hale!? I always thought it had been just about the sex with them when they were younger. They also had a little boy. Did everyone but me get their happy ending?

My fingers paused above the letters, this was the real reason I'd started searching for people.

Bella Swan. No results found. Dammit. I was an idiot for thinking she would even bother making a page. Bella hated technology, she always said the internet stole the world's passion for books.

I was just about to shut down my laptop when I received a friend request.

Renesmee Swan. Swan? I couldn't see her picture properly, her page had privacy restrictions. Her last name was Swan though? I could vaguely make out long brown curly hair. Similar to a mahogany colour I was very fond of. I had one new message in my inbox, it was from Renesmee.

Hi there,

I'm pretty sure you have absolutely no idea who I am but I think you know my Mom, Bella Swan? I'd really appreciate it, if you could get in touch with me.

Nessie.

Bella Swan was her mother? My Bella Swan? How old was this girl?

AN- OK let me know what you think. I'm still introducing characters and what not but rest assured. I'll get to explaining what happened between Edward and Bella soon enough. Please review. It makes me happy. :)