AN: I'm really glad you guys don't find I took it overboard (no pun intended). Thanks to everyone who took the time out of their day to review. It means a lot to me.

This is a Bella-Edward-Fluff chapter. I know I said it would be sneaking around trying to get the stuff but... SURPRISE!

Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight or Titanic

Bella POV:

I crawled into the bed Edward had made for me. He was sketching... something. I was too tired to ask. What Alice, Rosalie and I had managed to do was emotionally exhausting. Don't get me wrong, it went exactly as planned, but I was so stressed. And tired, I added vaguely. Keeping up with those of us with superhuman speed was a tough task alright.

When I peeked over to see what Edward was sketching, I saw a face. Not just any face. This was an angel. Her hair waved gently to the middle of her back, and he was using a rich brown coloring pencil to color it. Her eyes were rich brown, a few shades lighter than her hair. It looked like chocolate. He grabbed a rose pink quickly and drew blush on her cheeks. She was wearing a pale blue dress and little white shoes. She was sitting up straight in a chair, hands clasped beneath her chin, staring at something out of the frame. Her eyes were gaze-like, dreamful. I wanted to know what she was staring at.

"What's she staring at?" I asked, and Edward looked up instantly, as if he knew I was going to say it before I said it. I was starting to think he was only joking about not being able to read my mind.

"She's staring at whatever she wants to see." He responded. I was too tired to think about what he had said and after a few moments, he explained. "She's staring into space."

"Oh." I smiled sheepishly. I kept quiet for a few minutes then asked another question. "Why is she blushing?"

"No particular reason." He shrugged. "Of course, she's always beautiful, but when she blushes, she's everything I could ask for."

My heart fell. Edward was in love with this girl. I don't know what it is, but I was starting to really like him. I've never felt this way, not even with Mike. I sighed as I realized Edward and I would never happen. He was in love with this girl and she was beautiful. More beautiful than I could ever imagine. He had gotten over me fairly fast, I thought. I wanted him to still love me, more than I've wanted everything in my entire life. I wanted to find out more about her. My mother was interested in art, and she always said that the colors chosen could reflect symbolic things. So I decided to ask about the dress and the shoes.

"Is there a reason why she's wearing blue?" I asked and cringed for the answer, which was silly, because I had no clue what the possible outcomes could even be.

"There are many. Do you want to hear them all? You seem tired." He added the last sentence desperately. Yes, I was tired, but I urgently needed to know.

"Yes. Yes I do." I said.

"Well, one reason is she looks nice in blue. Another is because she is so beautiful, but I don't think she realizes it and that makes me sad. I'm sad when I'm not with her. Blue is the color of the ocean, and she waves around in my mind like the waves crash on the shore. The sky is blue, and of course, she is my sky. Also, blue reminds me of power and she has complete power and control over me. I don't think I could refuse her everything. I am at her disposal." He smiled my favourite smile, and I felt my insides contract on themselves. This was not healthy, this was not normal. I shouldn't feel this way, especially with my being engaged and him being in love.

"Yes, it answers my question, but I have some more questions to ask if you don't mind." Why was I asking his permission? Stupid girl, I thought. Stupid indeed.

"No, of course not. But if I might add, you seem to know much about art." He chuckled and added a bit more detail to his drawing. Mahogany highlights.

"Okay. Tell me about the shoes. Is there a story behind the shoes?" I was running out of questions.

"Yes, and I'm glad you noticed that. They are to show that she is pure, sweet, innocent, but look closely. See that little scuff on the right shoe? And the dirty sole on the left?" He leaned in closer, and so did I. We weren't quite touching, but if I turned my head our lips would meet. I was tempted, but decided against it.

"Yes," I said. "What about it?"

"It's to show that she isn't perfect. She makes mistakes, like we all do, but she can ignore them and let them go, which not all of us can do. I admire her for that." I was confused about whether or not I should be happy or sad because of this. On one hand, I was happy. Miss Edward's-lover-perfect-beautiful-angel-face wasn't perfect! Ha! But I also knew that she had flaws, and instead of holding it against her, he liked her for it.

I wanted to find out about her even more now. Where had he met her?

"Where did you meet her?" I pronounced my thoughts.

"Here, on the ship. She's a first-class passenger." Of course. When you have looks like that, you always have the money as well. It's the way of life, unfair it may well be.

"Oh, first class. Is there a chance I know her?" I asked the question light-heartedly, not expecting the answer I got.

He stared into my eyes, face serene. "You know her very, very, well." I racked my brain, trying to remember if I had ever seen this one before. Was it Helen Bishop? No, she was married. Maybe Elsie Edith Bowerman? No, she was blond. Mary Conover Lines? Her eyes were blue, weren't they? It could be Ruth Taussig? Maybe... no, couldn't be.

"Do you want to know who it is?" He said slyly, mockingly.

"I have a few guesses." I replied equally slyly.

"Pray, tell me." He said.

"Is it Helen Bishop?"

"No. She's married, isn't she?"

"Elsie Edith Bowerman?"

"Who?" I rolled my eyes, and he laughed.

"Then it's got to be Mary Conover Lines."

"No! Her eyes are blue."

I was down to the person it could very well be. "Ruth Taussig?" I asked hesitantly.

"Nope. I don't think you're going to guess. You are truly horrible at this game." He raised his eyebrows, enjoying this.

"Stop insulting me. Just tell me who it is." I said, a little frustrated. I was preparing myself for the heartbreak.

"Bella. Bella, my flower, it's you."

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