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Where Are You Now

Chapter 18 – Open Your Heart

After three days Edward was released from the hospital.

He still doesn't remember us. Emerald tried to talk to him, but Edward ignores her. It really broke my heart that my daughter is sad. Her birthday is also coming, this is really sad for her.

Carlisle said that it would be better if Edward would stay in his house because he spent a lot of time there during the last eight years. I'll be staying there to nurse him since they said that it would be better if the people who he forgot will be around him a lot. Carlisle gave me his medicines and told me the time when I should give it to him. Esme gave me photo albums that contain Edward's pictures with Camilla and Emerald.

Esme told him some things about me, Camilla, and Emerald. But he just knows that Camilla is his dead wife, Emerald is his daughter and I am her mother. Not really detailed because Carlisle said that we should just take is slow.

Emerald, Edward and I are inside Edward's Volvo, and I am driving it. He doesn't know where his house is, so I volunteered to drive us there.

"Daddy, are we going to have a party during my birthday?" Emerald asked Edward.

Edward just looked at her, as if he was examining her.

"Daddy, please talk," Emerald said and then she pouted.

Edward remained silent.

What an uncomfortable silence.

Emerald's whimper broke the silence.

She covered her face with her little hands and she cried quietly.

I know there is nothing I can do with Emerald. The only person she needs now is Edward. I just tried my best not to look at her because my heart breaks whenever I see her like that.

On the other side, I should also understand Edward. He doesn't remember her, and he is still confused with everything that's happening on his surroundings.

After fifteen minutes we're already at the house. As soon as I have opened the door, Emerald ran inside and went to her room.

"Where's my room?" Edward asked.

"Can I talk to you first?" I asked back.

"Please be fast, I want to rest," he said.

"Will you please talk to your daughter? Look at her; can't you see that she's so sad?"

"I don't know her, how am I supposed to talk to her?" he snapped.

"You know her. Edward, please remember, the mind may forget, but not the heart. The heart recognizes what the mind can't. Please just open your heart to her," I said intently.

"Your room is on the second floor, second room on the left side," I added then I left him to go to Emerald's room.

I opened Emerald's room, and she was still crying hard.

"Baby, don't cry. You want chocolate ice cream?" I said as I rub her back.

She shook her head.

"Is there anything that you want? Just tell me," I said tenderly.

She shook her head again.

I lay beside her, and tried to give her comfort as much as possible. She nuzzled into my chest and continued sobbing, but not as hard as earlier. I watched as she cried herself to sleep and I can't also help but cry. My baby is hurting.

The door creaked, Edward peeped.

Why is he here?

"Hey," he said coolly.

"Is there anything you need?" I asked softly so Emerald won't wake up. I wiped the tears from my cheek. I placed a pillow beside Emerald so she won't notice that I stood up.

"I would just like to see her. I really feel bad about earlier," he said shyly.

"Uh…so I'll just leave you here with her. Will that be okay?"

"Sure."

Before leaving Emerald's room I gave him a photo album which contains Emerald's pictures.

(EPOV)

Eight years...that's a lot of time.

At first I had a hard time believing at what dad said. He said that I have Amnesia and I forgot all that happened to me for the previous eight years.

I have a daughter who is Emerald, but my wife who is Camilla, died already, that's what my mom said. Another thing, my wife isn't the mother of my daughter. The mother of my daughter is named Bella. Mom won't tell me how I had a daughter with Bella; she said that Bella should be the one to explain it to me.

I wonder, did we have an affair? Is she my ex and hid a baby from me?

I really have so many questions in my mind. It seems that everything is unfamiliar. There are people who are going to the hospital that I don't recognize. Mom said that they are my friends.

I went home today. Bella drove us to an unfamiliar house. The little girl-Emerald, my daughter keeps on talking to me, but I don't know how I'll talk to her. So I chose just to keep quiet. But my silence made her cry. I feel awful for an unknown reason. I mean, all kids cry. They cry when they don't get what they want, they cry when they want to go to the bathroom, they cry when they are hungry, and they cry when they are upset. Wait, is she upset? I wanted to ask her, but I was coward. I thought I would make her cry even more.

I looked at Bella; she looks worried, maybe for her daughter.

Bella is beautiful. She looks like Emerald, except from her eyes because Emerald has my green eyes. You can see her soul by looking through her eyes. I saw her smile once when she was talking to Emerald. During that moment I felt my heart leapt and my insides felt warm and fuzzy. I wonder what our relationship was. Mom won't tell me what our status is. She told me again to ask Bella. But for now, I still don't have the guts to ask her.

When we got into the house, she told me something that left me thinking hard.

The heart recognizes what the mind can't.

The way I felt bad about Emerald, and the way I see Bella explains that I care for them. I care for them because they affect me.

I went to my room, based on Bella's instructions. The room is pretty massive and there's bit touch of femininity. On the wall was a wedding picture of me and a girl. Maybe she is Camilla, my dead wife.

A picture beside it was a little girl with an adorable smile. I can see that this is Emerald when she was younger. She's really cute. Looking at her face makes me feel guiltier for ignoring her.

She just wants me to be a father to her, and then I can't do it. I have no clue on how to become a father. I don't know how to change diapers, to make formula, and I don't know how to cook. I've tried cooking when I was younger, but all the things ended up being burnt.

I examined everything in the room. When I memorized every little detail of the room I decided that I'll look for a piano. I'm sure there's one in this house, I can't live with a piano.

I opened each and every room except from Emerald's. How did I know it was her room? There's a name on the door, and it was carved.

I finally found a music room. The room contains the musical instruments that I play. An acoustic and electric guitar, a violin, and piano. Well there were two pianos in the room, a grand and a baby grand. Again, Emerald's name was carved at the baby grand. So she can play? She's still so little.

I wandered in the room. On a shelf, I found blank music sheets and pens. I took the sheets and a pen. Mom said that I work as a composer. That's my dream job since I could remember.

I sat on the piano bench. I touched cold keys. Soon I began playing an unfamiliar haunting tune. I wrote notes on the music sheet. I played once more, trying what would sound good. But I didn't found success. I just ended up writing a few notes of the song. Maybe some time I have to continue this.

I need to clear my mind so I started playing random things. The last thing that I played is the song that I composed for my mom for her birthday when I was seventeen, I entitled it Esme's Favorite.

I decided that I should talk to Emerald. I want to make her feel better after what I did.

I went to her room. I slowly twisted the door knob. I peeped and I saw Emerald sleeping on Bella's chest. They look beautiful together...almost perfect.

I saw Bella saw me.

"Hey," I said as calmly as I could.

"Is there anything you need?" She asked softly, obviously trying not wake Emerald up.

"I would just like to see her. I really feel bad about earlier," I said.

"Uh…so I'll just leave you here with her. Will that be okay?"

"Sure."

She handed me a photo album before she left me with Emerald.

I sat on the chair beside her bed and I started scanning the album. It contains lots of Emerald's picture. They are from different places. One is taken from Paris, Camilla is carrying Emerald and behind them was the Eiffel tower. Another picture is a beautiful beach. Emerald is smiling brightly and the sunset behind her made her glow beautifully.

I looked at more pictures. I'm included at some. One picture is taken from Taiwan, I think. We were on a Hello Kitty Cafe (A/N: I really, really want to go there. That place is so cute.) . I am carrying Emerald and she is holding a big Hello Kitty stuffed toy.

I tried to remember something whenever I look at each photo, but nothing comes to my mind no matter how hard I try.

I wonder when I'll be able to remember all about Emerald...and also Bella. There's really something about Bella that is dragging me to her. Something on my mind tells me that I should talk to her soon. I have so many questions to ask her and the number one question is: am I in love with her or did I said that I love her. Because as she said, the heart recognizes what the mind can't.

So, what did Edward's heart recognize? (it's pretty obvious ;) )

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