A/N: I've decided to go ahead and keep Simple Twist of Fate up, because I really don't see myself pulling it and rewriting anytime in the near future.

"Blame it on a simple twist of fate."
- "Simple Twist of Fate" by Bob Dylan

The morning sun shined through my window and directly into my eyes. Not exactly the worst way to wake up, because anything was better than an infuriating alarm clock beeping incessantly. It always felt nice to naturally wake up rather than feel rushed into the day ahead. From the moment I opened my eyes, I knew that the day would be a good day.

I began my morning routine as usual, while coffee brewed in the kitchen, I picked out what I would wear for the day. Walking from one end of the apartment to the other, I admired my mismatched furniture. An old trunk that I used as a makeshift coffee table, the futon I bought at Ikea, the worn wooden table I picked up at a garage sale, they clashed and maybe smelled a bit funky, but at least they were mine.

Everything in the apartment I spent my own hard earned money on. It belonged to me. The apartment technically belonged to a guy named Garrett, but my name and my name alone was on the lease. Everything in the small one bedroom, I claimed as my own.

I had been living on my own for only two days and they were the absolute best two days of my entire life.

After the coffee was ready, I sat at the worn dining table in the corner of the living room. Slowly, I sipped savoring the strength of the beans and the smooth flavor of the french vanilla creamer. Everything just tasted better when living on your own.

There were still boxes to be unpacked in the corner, but I actually looked forward to the task. It would be the final touch on my own little niche in the world.

The scattered pieces that were once my life, were now picked up and placed nicely in order. And I did it completely on my own, the way I had always wanted.

My phone buzzed inside my purse. Casually, I pulled it out and opened it, reading the text message that awaited me.

Good morning. Can't wait until tonight, love you. -E

A smile tugged at the corner of my lips. Edward Cullen was my boyfriend. He was more than my boyfriend, he was my soulmate. It was embarrassing how long it took me to realize that.

It was Sunday and the museum was closed, I was left alone in my perfect little apartment. I looked over to the boxes and they instantly called to me, politely asking me to unpack them. So, I happily obliged.

Unpacking always takes much longer than packing, I realized this when I glanced over to the clock and it said it was almost five in the evening.

I began to get ready for the night ahead of me. The doorbell rang at exactly six and I answered it. Edward stood in front of me smiling, in jeans and a t-shirt, a bag of Chinese food in one hand, and a new dvd in the other.

"Hello." He kissed me gently on the lips and I welcomed him in. "It's coming along nicely. Very eclectic," He vocalized his opinion and I just rolled my eyes.

Comfortable. That was the word to describe Edward and I. After dating officially for a few months, we were taking things slowly. We were waiting to begin the intimate part of our relationship for when it felt right. Though, it always felt like the right moment when I was with him, we still refrained from getting too physical. Yes, I has already been with Edward before, but we wanted to do things right this time around.

We ate Chinese and finished unpacking the remaining few boxes left. Then we popped in a movie and sat on the couch, wrapped in each others arms.

With everything in the apartment unpacked and being in Edward's arms, my world felt completely settled. I looked up at him and smiled.

Everything was in it's right place and I knew deep down that it would stay that way forever.