Sorry, I know the last time I updated was probably a couple of weeks ago. Now that Christmas is over I can focus on writing more. I hope everyone had a good holiday!

-TLU

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Bella Pov:

I had just returned from doing laundry in our cottage when I realized that the Cullen house was unusually empty. When I had left Emmett and Jasper had been playing a noisy video game, Carlisle and Esme were building a house of cards, Alice and Rosalie were subjecting Renesmee to yet another fashion show, and Edward was hunting. Now it was vacant, and a creepy feeling settled over me.

"Hello?" My voice rang through the house but no one answered. I set down the basket and climbed the stairs, walking into Edward's room. "Edward?" His room was empty, a book he was reading placed neatly back on his shelf that had been on his couch earlier. I read the spine of the book. "Wuthering Heights." Now I was definitely confused. Edward detested that book. I pulled it out and noticed that a scrap of paper was sticking awkwardly out of a page. I opened the book and looked at the paper.

To my one and only love, something to pass the day while I'm away.

-Edward

Gin Tin Gall Hids

Gin tin gall hids? What on earth did that mean? I sat down on his couch and looked at the paper. I didn't think that Edward had planned for us to drink, so this couldn't be right. It was gibberish. I shook my head and smiled at the paper. Even though it's meaning was scrambled to me right now, it had to come to something. The more and more I stared at the words, I began to realize something.

It was an anagram! The letter were jumbled up. I just had to put them together. After working for a minute or so, I had a new sentence.

I'd sing all night.

It reminded me of what he had said the night I mentioned my nightmares. He promised to sing all night if it kept the dreams away. The way he had offered had made me realize how much I loved him. He was willing to do so much for me, I could never have found someone better than him. This couldn't be it though. If it was supposed to pass the day, there would be more than one paper. Singing...it reminded me of my lullaby. My lullaby...was played on the piano. I walked down the stairs and sat on his polished piano bench, smiling at the paper caught between the keys.

Vησί (A/N: roughly translated, sorry.)

Once again, I had no idea what that meant. I knew it wasn't English, and I had a sneaking suspicion that it was in another language. I went back upstairs to Carlisle's office, and surveyed the extensive wall of books there. Near the end there was a large English to different language book there. I opened it and began searching for the word.

After a couple of minutes of searching I found that it was in Greek, and it meant island. I smiled, instantly knowing what it meant. There was only one place here the represent the island I spent the epitome of my human days on. I dashed out of the house and through the woods to our fairytale cottage.

The window to our room was open, making the lengths of gossamer flutter in the light breeze that came in. Tied neatly with a blue bow on the bedpost, was another paper.

Every garden is unique with a multitude of choices in soils,
plants and themes. Finding your garden theme is as easy
as seeing what brings a smile to your face.
- Teresa Watkins

I love your smile, and I can't wait to see it again. Smile when you read this, and continue on your quest.

It was a beautiful quote, but what struck me was how it focused on a garden. I was instantly thought about the garden next to our cottage, that made the entire place look like a hidden castle from a fairy tale. I walked outside and entered the area, looking around at all the flowers. On the bench there was a single rose, beautiful beyond measure. It was a deep red on the outside that gradated to white near the inside. I picked it up and peered into the blossom, seeing a rose-colored paper.

I opened to find it was sheet music, written in his elegant script. Inside was directions:

Play this on my piano.

I immediately knew that I was going to have a problem. I couldn't read music, nor could I play the piano. I dashed back anyways and once again sat on his bench staring at the keys. On each key was a taped letter, tiny, but I was still surprised that I had missed it before. There were letters next to each note on the sheet music. I smiled and put my hands to the keys and hesitantly began to play.

After a few notes I instantly recognized the song. It was Clair de Lune, a song we had listened to when he was bringing me home from school. Ugh, right after I just about completely embarrassed myself in class. I walked up to Edwards room and hit the eject button on his stereo. Out popped a burned CD, with a note written on it. I spun the disk in my hands to read it.

You've gotten very far, and this is the last message until I return home. It won't be as confusing as the last, and I'm sure you may already know where to go. The place where you broke all my walls down.

I did know where to go. Our meadow, where I had broken through the secrecy he shrouded himself in. I was already out the door, and in no time at all standing in the middle of the clearing. There was a blanket set up in the middle, surrounded by lanterns. Tied to a bouquet of freesia and lilacs was a final note.

I should be home soon, and we won't have to be apart much longer. The sun must be setting, and I will come here. Will you wait for me?

The sun was setting, and I would wait for him. I laid back on the blanket and looked at the sky. As it grew darker and darker, the lanterns flickered on. The tree-line dimmed and crickets chirped happily from that hidden place in the world. (A/N: I can never find those buggers.)

My lips turned up into a smile when I felt cool fingers brush my cheek, and I gazed up into the eyes of my angel. He stepped over the lanterns and laid down beside me wrapping an arm around my waist and playing with my hair.

"You did wait for me."

"Was there ever any doubt?" My voice was slightly muffled because I had snuggled into him.