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Edward's Point of View

"If you live to be one hundred,

than I want to live to be one hundred minus one day,

so I never have to live a day without you." -Unknown

Driving home with Bella's soft crying was almost impossible. Many times I was close to pulling over to the side of the road, getting out of the car, and just holding her in my arms, telling her that I would always be here for her, and there was nothing for her to worry about. I wished I would be able to hold her like that forever, just feeling her warmth against my skin, and breathing in her sweet scent of fresh strawberries.

I didn't know what I was supposed to do. I was in love with this girl. In love. In love with all of her, even her flaws. Sometimes, especially her flaws. Like when her clumsiness takes over, and she falls. I than am granted with a reason to touch her incredibly soft skin. And an excuse to talk to her, and ask her questions that don't involve classical music or the classes we share together.

But, really, this love, or maybe I should call it an addiction, for her was just too much. What am I supposed to do when I find somebody who I am completely crazy for, but they don't love me back? What would anybody else do? Am I supposed to pretend to be somebody I'm not, just so she might love me back, or just keep living my life, knowing the most we ever will be is friends? If Bella would love me back if I became somebody I wasn't, I would be that somebody in a second. Just to be with her.

When we pulled into our garage, I quickly got out and helped Bella out of the other side. When she glanced up at me while she was stepping out of the car, I could see the pain in her eyes. It was horrible. Her brown eyes, which often reminded me of melted chocolate, had turned to the colour of black paint. Black paint filled with hate and sadness.

When she got out, I pulled her into my arms, hugging her tightly, without even thinking. When I noticed what I had done, I was about to pull away and apologize, but than I realized that she had buried her face into my shoulder, similar to how her head was on Alice's shoulder when we were in the car.

I rubbed gentle, soothing circles on her back, like I had wanted to for the past seven months.

Too soon, Bella pulled away and looked up at me. Her beautiful eyes had a little bit of chocolate brown returned to them, but they were mostly still the horrible black that I hated deeply.

"Can we just go inside?" Alice asked impatiently. "It's colder than hell out here!"

Bella sighed out deeply. "Alice, how can it be 'colder than hell' our here?" She asked. "I thought hell was supposed to be on fire, and all burning hot and stuff."

I couldn't help but laugh at what Bella said. Once again, she was right. I loved her sense of humor.

"Aw, whatever Bella! You know what I mean. It's freezing out here. Anyways, if heat rises, shouldn't hell be freezing?" Alice stated, while looking enviously at Bella's sweatpants and long sleeved t-shirt, while she stood there in her tiny shorts and layered tank tops.

Bella shrugged her shoulders. "I guess so. But I still think I'm right." She said, with a beautiful smirk planted on her face.

As we started to walk inside, I said to Alice "Maybe if you didn't wear clothes like that it wouldn't be so bad for you," with a small smirk on my face. I knew Bella would like what I said, because she was constantly complaining about the skimpy and sexy clothes Alice made her wear. I wouldn't be honest if I said it was okay with me that Bella hadn't warn them today. But whatever Bella wore looked beautiful on her, so I was okay.

When we reached the hallway upstairs, Bella and Alice went into Alice's room while I went into my room, which was one door to the left.

I was so frustrated. I wanted to go comfort Bella, but I couldn't. I wish I could just tell her my feelings. But now wouldn't be a very good time. I mean, her heart has already gone through enough tragedies lately. Me telling her would just make everything worse.

I went to my piano and started to play an angry piece I had written a few months back. Now that I actually was angry, it seemed to be sounding a lot better. Pretty professional, if you ask me.

After I finished that piece I decided to replay it, but making a few simple changes. I dug out the sheet music from one of my drawers at my desk and started writing down the changes.

I played a few simple scales to warm up my fingers before I began one of my favorite songs, Fur Elise. I played it through at least three or four times before I looked up and remembered the sheet music to "With You" by Chris Brown that I had recently downloaded and had placed on the piano.

I started playing, having to start over a few times because of simple mistakes. While I was playing it for my second time, I heard some quite, but beautiful, singing coming from behind me.

God Edward, I thought to myself, you've gone crazy.

But throughout the whole entire song, I could hear the voice singing behind me.

When I finished the song I turned around and was surprised at what I saw.

There, lying with her head on my pillow and her legs stretched down the bed, was Bella. Her eyes were closed, and her cheeks were flushed a light pink. When she noticed that I had stopped playing and was staring at her, she quickly sat up and jumped off the bed.

"I'm sor -I just heard you- sorry Edward," she mumbled while she stared at the floor. Her cheeks were the cherry red she often got when she mad a big mistake. That confused me. It's not like sitting on my bed was a big mistake, especially compared to some that she had done before.

She continued mumbling her apologies. I couldn't believe her. She was apologizing? What had she done, blessed me with her wonderful singing?

"No, no Bella, it was wonderful. I never knew you could sing so well. And please feel free to sit back down." As much as I was trying to give her an option to stay here or go, all I wanted her to do was lie back down on my bed. " I would love it if you stayed and chatted with me." I added, hoping to make her feel comfortable in my room. If it was up to me, she would be in here a lot more.

She nervously sat back down on the end of the bed.

"So, where did Alice go?" I asked her. I saw that she was biting her lip, like she often does when she's nervous. God, what was making this wonderful angel so nervous? Was it me?

"Um.... She went to the ...um... store. To get... uh... strawberry ice cream for me." Bella replied.

"Oh. I see." To try and relax Bella more, I started talking about her favorite subject: classical music. Within minutes, she was back to her usual self, and the Bella I loved.

I was so interested in what Bella was saying that I almost didn't hear Alice walking into my room with a large bowl of strawberry ice cream with fresh strawberries cut up and placed on top. But I did notice. And so did Bella.

Alice and Bella quickly rushed into Alice's room. I felt so empty once Bella was out of my sight.

"Don't try not to fall, but instead try to pick yourself back up whenever you do fall."

-Emma99

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