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I don't think that passenger seat
Has ever looked this good to me
He tells me about his night
And I count the colours in his eyes
That I know all his favourite songs and
Doesn't he know I've had him memorized for so long?
He sees everything black and white
Never let nobody see him cry
I could tell you his favourite colours green
He loves to argue, born on the seventeenth
His sister's beautiful, he has his father's eyes
I'm holding every breathe for you
He'd never tell you but he can play guitar
First thought when I wake up is, "My god, he's beautiful"
-Taylor Swift

EDWARD POV
My plane seat was uncomfortable, and my stomach was churning too much too eat the crappy food. I wasn't interested in the pretty stewardess flirting with me, and my nerves were incredible. Over all, the worst plane ride I had ever endured. Kyle had graciously payed for my ticket, me having spent the last of my money on their dinner out. I was eternally grateful to him, and offered for him and Kira to come stay in Forks with my family whenever they wanted. I ran a hand through my hair, and groaned. I was so nervous it was incredible. Bella had obviously gotten my letter, and I didn't know what had compelled me to pick up the phone that time out of the millions everyone had called. But as soon as I heard her voice, there was no turning back, I needed to go home. What would she think of what i had said in the letter? Would she be mad? Upset? I nervously tapped out a melody with my feet on the carpeted floors of the plane, and the elderly woman beside me gave me a strange look. I stopped immediately, apologizing and reading the National Geographic magazine the pretty stewardess had given me for free. There was some article about penguins, and then an African tribe, and then something about different types of professional cameras. I wasn't really paying attention, but I read the whole thing back to front to pass the time. When the seat belt lights flashed on, and the pilots announced that we would be landing soon, I felt another jolt in my stomach. Bella didn't know exactly what time I was coming, so no one was meeting me at the airport. I decided to take a taxi to my house, and then drive my car over to Bella's. When I got home, I fought the urge to go inside and hug my whole family easily, it was intensely overpowered by the urge to see Bella. The dark night air was somewhat soothing and quiet, and as I climbed into my Volvo I sighed, running my hands over the dashboard before starting the engine. By the looks of my house, nobody was home, and no one would see my car mysteriously disappear from the driveway. I drove the familiar streets with a sense of home, nerves wriggling in my stomach. But I convinced myself I was being silly, this was Bella I was talking about. My best friend ever. Stop being nervous.
I pulled up outside her house, and the lights were on inside. I imagined Emmett watching sports network on TV. I imagined Charlie tinkering with his fishing rod at the kitchen table, and lastly, I imagined Bella curled up with her knees to her chest, reading Wuthering Heights. I debated for a while how I should do this, before just deciding to send her a text.
Look outside -E. I sent quickly. I waited anxiously, and saw her face peer through her curtains. My heart gave a lurch as her eyes widened and she hurried away from the window.

BELLA POV
I was trying to read, but I was too hyperactive. I knew Edward would be here soon. Maybe tomorrow. And all day I had been bouncing off the walls, unable to focus on one thing at a time. Since my realization, I had been more eager to see him than I ever had in my life. I wanted to wrap my arms around him just be there forever. The words of my book seemed to be melting off the page and I gave up, setting it down. I fiddled with the necklace Edward had given me, which had been around my neck since New York, and was grateful when my phone buzzed, having something to take my mind off things. But it did exactly the opposite.
Look outside -E. The text said. I was frozen in my spot for what seemed like an eternity before coming to my senses and jumping up and peeking through my curtains. Sure enough, his car was parked and silent in front of my house. I jumped away from the window and changed out of the pyjama shorts I had been wearing and into some lululemon pants laying on my floor. I put on a soft plain white t-shirt and pulled the necklace out on top of it. I quickly ran down the stairs and put on Emmett's jean jacket and my suede boots without an explication to Charlie, who was at the kitchen table fixing his favourite rod, and threw open the door, running and tripping down the stairs. I saw him get out of the car and come around to meet me. He stood against his car and I literally threw myself at him, collapsing into his chest. His arms wrapped around me, and it as like he was never gone. New tears of happiness flooded out of my eyes and I gripped him so tight my knuckles went white. He buried his face in my hair, and held me tighter.
"I'm so sorry, beautiful." He choked out, and his voice sounded tight like he could have cried as well. I didn't say anything, just let my had rest on his chest and took shaky breaths. Without saying anything, he released me and opened the car door. I climbed in gratefully, and he turned the heat up. I looked up at him, and really took in the familiar face since he had arrived. His green eyes were just as brilliant, his hair just as messy, everything just the same, but I ran my eyes over him again and gain, memorizing him anew. He breathed a sigh, and began to talk.
"Don't. Just drive." I said calmly and he nodded.

EDWARD POV
Bella came running and tripping down the stairs in an oversized jean jacket with the sleeves rolled up, black pants, a white shirt and suede boots. As she got closer, I saw the necklace I had bought her for her birthday bouncing on her neck. It felt so good to have her slender form in my arms again, that I almost cried as her strawberry scent washed over me. She was sobbing, but smiling, and her grip on me was tighter than ever before.
"I'm sorry beautiful." I said, and she didn't say anything. I opened the car door for her and the climbed in the drivers side. I started to say something, but she looked at me and said,
"Don't. Just drive." She said calmly and I obeyed, the silence just felt right at the moment. I drove for a while, before we reached La Push, and I parked near the beach. She hopped out as soon as the car stopped. I did the same, and we walked down to the beach without exchanging any words. We sat down on a log, our legs touching, and she leaned into me, shivering. I automatically put my arms around her, trying to make her warmer. She snuggled deeper into me, and sighed.
"I'm so sorry." I said, breaking our silence.
"Don't be. I'm just glad you're back." She said softly.
"Did you get the letter?" I asked her. She drew random shapes and lines with her feet in the sand, having removed her boots.
"Yes." She said after a while.
"Bella I-I'm so sorry. You don't have too- I don't know. Just ignore what I said. I just-" I stuttered, but she cut me off.
"And I love you too." She said, sounding quite sure of herself. I froze, literally.
"Wait, what?" I asked.
"I love you too, Edward. You've always been everything to me, and you know it." She said, looking up at me from where she was huddled on my chest. Suddenly, she stood up quickly, and looked me in the eyes, her bare feet curling over the cold sand. My heart was beating faster than usual as I stood up too and she slowly and with obvious determination stepped closer and stood on her tip-toes, her hands resting on my shoulders. I hesitantly placed mine on her slender waist and almost sighed out loud. They felt so right there, so protective and wanting. Her mouth turned up in a strange sort of half smile before she brought her face closer to mine and pressed her soft lips to mine. It was a gentle kiss, like a first one, and we moved as one but still cautiously. Surprisingly, she lead. We broke apart after a while and I sat down on the sand with my back against the log. She sat in between my legs and rested her head on my chest.
"Are you sure?" I whispered to her. "Don't do this to make me happy, Bells."
"I am sure with every ounce of myself." She said. It was silent for a while. "Does it make you happy?" She asked.
"You make me happier than anything in the world." I told her, and she turned herself around, kissing me again. I had a hand in her curls and one on her waist. She both her arms wrapped around my neck so tightly it almost hurt. The amazing thing was that it wasn't weird in any way. It felt right, perfect, like the whole world had turned to caramel.

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