I enjoyed writing it, so, even though I didn't get very many of anything on it, I'm going to continue. Thanks to Jayleen-Cullen-Whitlock-Hale. and XshoppingshortieX for reviewing!

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||Chapter 1||
Him and Her
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In Brooklyn, New York there was a building located on the corner of 1st Street and Amistad Avenue. In this building, in room 1704 on the seventeenth floor, world-renowned and most sought-after psychologist Jasper Whitlock was sitting down in his black leather chair, across from his last patient of the day.

"Good evening, Edward. How have you been these last few days?" he asked his patient politely.

Edward Cullen's ears perked up upon hearing his name, but didn't look up, nor did he move from his position draped across the black couch when he replied to the doctor. "Wonderful. And yours?" He continued staring at the dark blue wall in front of him, trying to find patterns in it… or, even better, any distraction to keep from looking at his doctor period.

Jasper chuckled. "Mine was good. Ready to get started?"

Edward turned his head away and shrugged. Jasper sighed. He was used to this; Edward was never one to give straight 'yes' or 'no' answers to anyone, and now was one of those times. He tried a different approach,

"Do you think today you'd be able to tell me about her today?" he prompted. He was, of course, speaking of an old girlfriend of Edward's. From what he had been able to gather through his and Edward's sessions those past six months, he had learned that she and Edward were supposed to have gotten married when she left him.

Everyone left him.

Edward chuckled darkly, and still didn't look up at Jasper. "Probably. I've been trying to tell you about her for a while now, you know." Now was when he looked over at Jasper. He couldn't see Edward's eyes, though, for his reddish-brown hair was in desperate need of a trim… but he also didn't need to, to know that they were filled with sadness. They always were.

"Do you think today would be our lucky day?"

Edward looked away and ran a hand through his hair. He always did this when he was upset or frustrated. Now Jasper could see his eyes—the deep green orbs were glistening with unshed tears.

He nodded and spoke, "She was amazing in every sense of the world. Never saw herself clearly, though, always calling herself plain and unattractive. Which was as far from the truth as you could get. Her long mahogany hair and deep, deep brown eyes… she was beautiful." He smiled slightly, but it didn't reach his eyes—not even close. "She also hated shopping with a passion. If it were up to her, she would have been more than glad to leave all the shopping to… Alice," he had such a hard time saying his twin sister's name, "and Rose. But she was always being dragged along by them. That's one of the reasons why we were never together, and it took us so long to get engaged. And, even then, the engagement was a sort of spur-of-the-moment thing, as it were.

"After the accident… you know what I mean, right?" Jasper nodded, and motioned for him to continue. He was speaking of the car accident that killed his parents. "Alright. After the accident, she started being really distant-like… and to everyone, not just me. I think it was because of how I became so addicted to the pain meds." A tear broke free from his efforts and slid down his cheek. He wiped it away quickly, embarrassed.

Jasper grabbed a tissue from the box beside him and handed it to Edward. Hesitantly he took it and began to dab at his eye.

"I'm sure it wasn't your fault, Edward. Maybe she left for other reasons; you never know."

Edward snorted. "Yeah, definitely." The sarcasm was oozing from his voice. "Her timing was coincidental, that's what you're saying. Yeah, sure. I mean, who wouldn't want to be married to a drug addict?" His jaw clenched and he refused to make eye-contact with Jasper.

"Edward, I'm positive that she had something going on, that she had other things to do—"

Edward interrupted him. "Don't you mean better things to do? Better things to do than deal with your fiancé's petty drug addiction."

"No, I don't. I meant what I said. Edward, I don't like how you can't seem to stop blaming yourself for something that is out of your control, something that happened ten years ago. It wasn't your fault then, and it sure isn't your fault now." Edward nodded curtly, and Jasper sighed, realizing that he was getting nowhere with this. "Would you please continue with your story, Edward?" he asked as politely as he could. No matter how much he wished he didn't think so, but he felt like he was dealing with a child instead of a thirty-or-so year-old man most of the time.

"There's nothing more to say," was Edward's tight-lipped response.

Jasper hated to do it, but he knew that if he didn't, than he would never find out.

"Can you tell me her name?"

Edward's head shot up, and he looked at Jasper like he had just asked him for a murder confession. Jasper kept his expression calm and waited for his answer—if there would be one.

Edward searched his face for any sign that he could be kidding. There was nothing to find.

He sighed deeply and looked down at the floor. "Her name was—"

He was interrupted by the ringing of the bell, indicating that his session time was up. Edward wasted no time, shooting up from the couch and grabbing his jacket.

"See you next time, Dr. Whitlock," he said rather quickly, putting on his jacket and all but throwing himself at the door.

Jasper sighed. He had been so close… "Thursday, then."

"Thursday," Edward confirmed and slipped through the doorway quickly.

Jasper sighed. Once again he had failed to help him. He had been seeing Edward for six months, and he felt no closer to helping him overcome his overbearing guilt than he was that first session.

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Edward pressed the down button at the end of the hall and went back to waiting for the blasted elevator to get there already. Dr. Whitlock was doing all he could, it was true, but what was even truer was that there was no hope for Edward. After she left, so did all of his hope of getting better. Yes, he had been able to overcome his addiction. Yes, he had gotten to the point where it no longer hurt to see her beautiful face in his mind like it had at first, but she was the only one who would be able to get him past this numbing feeling that he had gotten so well at. Only she…

By that time the elevator was there so he slinked inside and let the doors close.

He felt claustrophobic, being in here with all these strangers in such a tight space. Finally the elevator stopped on the main floor and he all but ran out as soon as the doors opened up.

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Isabella Swan put her head in her hands and breathed in deeply, keeping the tears that threatened to flow at bay. For the ninth time that week she and Alice had tried everything they could think of to find him. But so far nothing had worked. He was nowhere to be found. On more than one occasion they had been told to give up; it had been ten years, and if there was any trace of him on this Earth they would have found it by now. But she refused to give up. She knew in her heart that he was out there… somewhere…

"Bella, maybe we should go home now," Alice whispered from behind her. They were in the Brooklyn Library and it was nearly closing time. Bella jumped at the sound of her best friend's voice and let her eyes sweep the place one final time. She saw how the entire place had thinned out, only a handful of people remaining. They probably had special rights that allowed them to stay past closing. Everything was deathly quiet, the only sounds being those of pages being turned.

She nodded and began to gather up her belongings from the cherry wood table and black leather chair where she had been conducting her search from. When she finally had all of her things in her bag she ran her hand through her hair in frustration—a trait that she had picked up from him before she left him…

Alice handed her a black pea coat, which she gladly took and slipped on. Together they stepped out into the cold, unforgiving weather of Brooklyn, New York.

Bella shoved her hands in her pockets in an attempt at remaining warm as she and Alice walked down past a large building on the corner of 1st Street and Amistad Avenue. All around them cheery faces and warm spirits filled the air as people finished up their daily Christmas shopping before the stores all closed for the night. Despite the all-around mood of the place, Bella and Alice were still upset and depressed. Once again, they had failed at finding the one person they had yet to locate.

The one who mattered most.

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