AN: Okay, I did not get five reviews, but I will post this anyway because I am so nice. And yes, this is the exact same as Chapter Five, but I thought it would bring some insight to just how Edward was feeling during that first conversation.

I know it may be too soon for Edward to fall for Bella, but Titanic only sailed for four days, and I have TONS of stuff I need to cram into four days. So everything needs to move forward very fast.

Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight, Titanic, The Tempest, King Lear, Much Ado About Nothing and As You Like It.

Edward POV

"Oh, dear. I apologize." The girl explained. The blush on her cheeks was lovely. There were tears in her wide eyes. Yet she was squinting through her tears, staring at me. I felt a secret thrill at having her stare at me. I smiled.

"I accept your apology and invite you to stay for a while. My name is Edward." I pulled on a shirt and pants.

"Isabella Marie Swan Newton." She extended a hand.

"I'm going to have to write that one down." I joked. My memory was perfect. But I felt human with her, more a man than ever before. Interesting. I shook her hand, forgetting about the millions of different ways she could react. She pulled her hand away, a look of shock, curiousness and confusion on her beautiful face.

"Sorry." I mumbled. It took me a couple of seconds to regain my confidence. "So what brings you, a beautiful, graceful, polite, obviously First Class woman such as yourself to the humble Third Class abode?" I smirked, excited to see her reaction. Her reactions amused me. I loved how the soft contours of her face twisted and turned themselves to express her emotions. What I wouldn't give for a canvas, some brushes and some paints right now....

"I was... curious." She looked at her hands and started playing with them. She sighed and I could tell she was embarrassed, nervous even.

'About...?" I wanted to keep her talking.

"What Third Class life was like. First Class is so different from this." As soon as those words came out of those full, red lips, I knew she regretted it. She was so selfless. She felt bad about insulting me. I wasn't insulted in the least.

"How so?" I knew the answer. I had seen it in many people's thoughts.

"It's decorated, oak panelled. It's also a tad bit bigger than this." She joked and for the first time, I saw her smile and heard her laugh. It was as if there was a heaven after my life again.

It was then I knew I loved her.

But I knew nothing could ever happen between us. I couldn't hurt her like that. I could feel the connection, but somehow it had to be broken. I wasn't good enough for her. I could feel the ripping in my chest at my decision. It took all my strength to compose my face so I could talk to her. I went to sit down. I had been standing for too long. She might get suspicious.

"So." I said, putting my hands on my knees. "Isabella, what are your pastimes? What do you enjoy?" There. That seemed like a good conversation starter!

"Firstly, it's just Bella." Her voice rose and anger flooded her perfect face. Even in anger it was painfully beautiful. "And secondly, I enjoy the classics. Shakespeare, Austen, Brontë." She paused briefly to scrutinise my reaction. "And yourself?"

"I enjoy the classics, just not Brontë and some Shakespeare. I compose and paint as well."

"Which Shakespeare do you not enjoy?" Her tone was demanding, almost defensive, like I was insulting Shakespeare.

"King Lear, Much Ado About Nothing, The Tempest and As You Like It. They did nothing for me, as did Brontë's work."

"Odd." Her tone suggested ponderment. "I have never met anyone who did not enjoy Shakespeare." She looked down in a manner that suggested... disappointment? I attempted (unsuccessfully) to lighten the mood.

"Well, now you have." I approached her and took her hands – so warm – and, unconsciously, began to bring them slowly to my face. Shock flooded her face, followed by detestment.

"Excuse me, I am engaged!!! Do you mind?" She yanked her hands away and began to storm off quickly. I cursed myself. Edward, you stupid idiot! I ran after her.

"Wait!" I cried, desperate. "I am so sorry, Bella. It's just.... I feel a connection between us. And don't deny it." I pointed at her. "Because I know you feel it too."

"I-I have to go." She turned on her heel and began sprinting down the hallway.

"Edward," Carlisle stepped out of his room, hand in hand with Esme. "What just happened?"

"I have no idea." And I leaned against the wall, dumb-founded and once again, alone.

AN: Can we try again for five reviews? Thanks!