AH! Yes its back… after the long wait, don't you just hate computers? This isn't brilliant because im so out of flow with writing. But here it is….

Edward POV.

I stood at the station, a few miles down from Auschwitz, patiently waiting for the trains to arrive. It was my job to oversee the arrival of the Jews from Warsaw. A few other officers accompanied me, they were dotted around the small area.

Only a few moments later I heard the distant sound of the train thundering towards us. I stood straight and tried to look in charge, which isn't easy when your 17, and most of the people arriving would be older than myself.

The train pulled up, and the carriages were quickly unloaded. I scanned the crowd, making sure that nobody was causing any trouble, until my eyes met a pair of brown ones. Bella's eyes, it was unmistakable. I was shocked for a moment, how could she be here? Did she not know what Auschwitz meant for her? Well of course she didn't. She didn't have a choice.

I stared in shock for several moments, before I felt her name tumble from my now dry lips. I was about to walk over to her, when she turned away from me and sprinted in the opposite direction. I followed, pushing through the masses of people. I desperately scanned the crowd, shouting her name, not caring about the people who stared at me like I was a mad man. All that mattered right then was her.

A pained scream in the distance alerted me of her whereabouts, and I quickly headed over to where the gut wrenching noise was coming from.

I found her on the floor surrounded by other officers.

"Why you running huh?" Hanz shouted at her, kicking her sharply in the ribs. She shrieked again, clutching her middle so she was curled up into a ball.

I stepped forward and pushed the other men out of the way, so I could pull her up.

"I'll take care of this one." I spat, trying to sound angry so they wouldn't be alerted of how much pain this was causing me. I could hardly even bare to look at her. She had changed so much, her hair was matted and lank, whilst her eyes had big black bags underneath them. She looked tired, her dress was sizes to big for her and her elbows were dangerously thin. It made me feel sick to the bone just to look at her.

I gently pulled her up by her wrist, careful not to grip too hard though fear of breaking them, and led her to my accommodation.

I carried her through the door, feeling that she was too weak to walk her down on one of my more comfortable chairs. I handed her a piece of bread and a cup of water, before positioning myself beside me desk.

"So Bella. Are you ok?" I asked, mentally cursing myself for the stupid question. Of course she hadn't been ok, all I had to do was look at her to know that.

She said nothing in return; instead she glared up at me, her eyes burning. I had never seen so much hatred in someone's eyes. I couldn't stand it, so I stood up and walked over to the window, desperately trying to find something that would make this less awkward.

We bother remained silent for several minutes. The clock in the background steadily ticked away keeping the seconds.

"Why Edward?" She asked suddenly, I turned round to face her. Her eyes were filled with tears. When I didn't respond she carried on.

"Why the fuck are you here? Fucking hell." The frustration was clear in her voice. I was stunned for a moment, Bella never swore, and the fact she was shooting profanities at me? I was hurt.

"I… I… Bella. Please Try to understand. I've been trying to find you. I've been waiting, I…"

"Bullshit." She cut me off, jumping from the chair. "Don't fucking lie to me. I know you had no idea you would see me, I bet you didn't even care. Didn't even come down to see me when I left. Just fucking let your mum…" She paused, clearly lost in her own words, tears spilling down her cheeks. She looked down for several moments, composing herself I guess. I was about to say something when she continued.

"You know what Edward. What ever you and I had, it finished the moment you signed up, and don't try to give me any excuses as to why you're here. Me and you both know daddy's approval is more important that I ever was. That's why your really here. Not because you care about me, but because you want acceptance in the world. So you'd better stay away from me, or you might get fired." She spat, before turning and leaving.

I stood for a couple of second, before shouting at no one in particular and slamming my fist into the wall, causing the plaster to flake. I began pacing back and forth, pulling a cigarette out of my pocket (I'm ashamed to say that this was one of the habits I have picked up since joining the SS) and quickly lit it, before drawing deeply on it.

I had screwed up big time.

What was I supposed to do? I couldn't quit. But staying here hurting Bella didn't seem much better.

I drew on my cigarette again, massaging my cut fists.

I knew deep inside I wouldn't be able to just leave, I couldn't leave Bella, because despite the years apart, I still loved her. My heart still belonged to her… like soul mates.

I Sighed heavily. All I had to do is show Bella that my feelings never changed towards her, and that hers haven't either. And make sure that she gets out of here safely. And to make things worse I knew Bella was stubborn.

"Masen, What have you gotten yourself into."