I'm so sorry for the lack of update for almost a month. Well, there is a reason for why i'm not updating nor am i replying to your lovely reviews.

Ever since i've written the chapter on the third person's POV, i realized that i've lost touch with the story, making it hard for me to imagine it. I knew how the story would end, but i still couldn't seem to connect the chapters. So yeah... I was thinking really hard. And i wouldn't want you guys to wait for such a long time. I feel bad. So i hope these few chapters will do. And i just wanna update all at once. These few chapters are for those who prefer happy ending. For those who love sad endings, it will be after the last chapter.

For not replying your reviews, i apologize sincerely. I found out that whenever i reply, i will definitely promise an update. And at that time, i knew very well that i couldn't type out a chapter for who-knows-how-long. So i'm so so so sorry. But nonetheless, i will reply over the weekend, after i post up the very last chapter, Chapter 13.. Thank you.

I would like to say thank you to these awesome reviewers, Sol Swan Cullen, Gottverdamnit, liz526, Mrs. Haley Whitlock, TrustingMyself, cullenized16, Kim, reebmyo, Tidbits, twilighterlaura, twilightkitty31. You should know you guys made my day and you get a BIG ROUND CHEESE CAKE, and i will definitely reply, this weekend, okay?

Anyhow, i apologize firstly, if these few chapters are not up to your expectations, 'cause i just wanna finish up this story as soon as possible for you guys, as i won't be able to write starting from August, till the end of the year. I even thought of putting it on hold until December, but i thought about how it is a "turn-off" for readers.

So yeah... This is Chapter 11 of LiAD, following by Chapter 12. And Chapter 13, the last chapter will be out by this weekend, hopefully alongside Chapter 14, the alternate ending.

Previously on LiAD,

She turned and faced him, wiping a tear from her face.

"Stop being depressed and cheer up. You think your sister would like to see her brother being so depressed every time you visit her? She prefers you to be the happy, funny, brother instead of the emo one."

"I get it. But I need time to adjust."

"Yeah I know."

He leaned into her. "I'm sorry." He breathed.

"I know." She whispered.

"I love you, Mel."

"I love you too, Ian."

Then, he gave her a long, passionate kiss, that they didn't share for… who knows how many days?

(During Christmas Eve)

Edward's POV

I closed my eyes, and imagined Bella was here, standing right next to my grand piano, watching me with a look of adoration.

Letting my fingers play across the ivory keys, I thought of the melody that formed in my head whenever Bella's image or the locket pops into my mind. I thought of the few candid pictures she gave me and also the picture of her and her friends which she gave me during Thanksgiving.

I also thought of the happy and funny moments we had together in the diary and of course, in the middle, there was a hint of sadness in it as I remembered the period where Bella and I weren't friends. How depressing it was not to wake up and expect a reply from her.

Needless to say, as the song neared the end, a flash of the picture I had Seth made for me crossed my mind. That picture was placed in the drawer, alongside the leather diary. Can you guess what it is? It's a picture of Bella and I which Seth photoshopped.

When I hit the last note, I opened my eyes and stopped the sound recording, satisfied with what I've done.

However, I was too engrossed in my music making that I wasn't aware that my parents were standing behind me until my dad cleared his throat. Damn, I thought they were out for some last minute Christmas shopping, something we're very fond of. Please, I hope they don't hear it!

Once I saw my mum's face, I knew they must be standing there the moment I started playing. I groaned internally, so much for doing it secretly.

"Hi dad… Hi mum." I greeted. "Done shopping?" I asked awkwardly.

"Yeah… We realized there was actually nothing much to buy, so we came home a little earlier than usual." My dad explained. "By the way, a new song you wrote?"

I nodded my head.

"I can say this is the best piano work you've done so far, not that the others aren't good. But this one is more expressive… More original… Well done, son."

I smiled broadly. "Thanks, dad…"

He patted my shoulder and planted a kiss on my mum's lips before going upstairs to change into his "chef" clothing.

(New Year's Eve)

I paced in my room, casting glances at the diary that was on my bed every now and then.

So many questions swirled in my mind, but I ignored them as I couldn't bear to know the answer behind them.

"Would you just cut it out?"

I was jerked out of my train of thoughts when Seth shouted at me.

"Huh? What?" I frowned, not exactly knowing what he meant by "Cut it out".

"This!" He pointed at me as if the answer was obvious. "You're not acting like yourself ever since Christmas. What? Just because Bella isn't replying you doesn't mean you can't enjoy your life right?"

"Oh, right, I almost forgot I told you about it after Christmas." I grimaced.

He grinned. "Being drunk sure does make one spill, eh?"

I gave a low chuckle. "I don't know, Seth. What if she doesn't like my gift? What if she thinks I'm a wannabe? What if-"

"What if she already has a boyfriend?" He wriggled his eyebrows.

"WHAT?!" my voice was so loud that I was sure the guests downstairs would get to hear me.

"It was just a joke, dude. No need to be serious."

I glared at him.

He sighed. "Really, Edward… There's a party downstairs, and you should go ahead and socialize."

I snorted.

"What, it's true. You're the host."

"I'm not, my parents are the hosts, not me."

"Yeah, whatever…" he rolled his eyes. "There are pretty girls downstairs who are more than willing to throw themselves to you."

I stared at him in disgust.

He laughed. "You should've seen your face. Dude! It's priceless. Anyway, Bella's probably busy with her own family. You really shouldn't think so much about it, and from how she writes, I guess your declaration of love would be successful. So now, I shall leave you to writing a love letter, while I get myself busy with the party downstairs."

He left the room and I pinched the bridge of my nose. "So what if it's successful? I've got an arranged marriage." I whispered.

"Here goes nothing." I took up the pen and started writing.

Dear Isabella Swan,

Perhaps you're really busy and you are unable to reply any of my messages. But I'm glad when I see the CD gone, 'cause I know you'll be having it, or even better, listening to it.

Anyway, it's going to be a whole new year in a few hours' time. I hope we can just leave the thought that we both have arranged marriages aside, and be honest with each other.

Well, honestly… Bella, when I first saw your writing in my diary, I thought of how humorous you were. But I never knew how special this diary was, until you wrote in the diary, again and again. I thought I was going crazy, but something about the way you wrote, about your perspective on your own life, that attracted me to you. Hence, I introduced myself. Eventually, we became friends. I realized you changed me in a way, like an invincible force, giving me the courage to show everyone else who I truly am, instead of the playboy I used to be.

When we had our first and perhaps the only argument on Tanya, which I admit, was entirely my fault, those could be the worst days of my life. Then, you forgave me, and that made our relationship even stronger.

When, I had no idea. But I already fell in love with you, someone I've never met before, someone who's from another timeline. I love your wittiness, I love your stubbornness… Well and the list goes on. I've never felt this way before with any girls I've met. You're the one who sparked off the fire in me. Isabella Swan, I love you.

By now, I think you would see me as someone who's insane, who's weird… Or you would think it's a prank. But no, I'm writing the truth. I figure it'll be really hard for me if we get married with some people we don't know, and yet I never did confess my love, especially when my birthday is in two months' time.

Anyway, I'm not forcing you to make a choice, Bella. If you don't have that sort of feelings for me, I understand. We can still be best friends forever. But, will you be my girlfriend?

So, Happy New Year!

Love,

Edward

1st February 2010

I stared at the diary sitting on the table in front of me, hardly blinking. It's been what? Two months? But I still felt like it's been ages since I confessed my love.

But what did I get?

Nothing, not even a reply, not even a single yes, or no. I didn't tell Seth, but by the looks of it, he probably thought I got rejected.

I've given her my heart, and she's neither accepting it, nor rejecting it.

Sometimes, I felt like all air had left my lungs, making me suffocating. I had been waiting patiently, and that wasn't what Edward Cullen usually does. True, some guys might like girls who are playing hard to get, but not me. And, my Bella would never be the sort who plays this stupid game.

But why? Why isn't she replying?

So many possibilities popped into my head, and my face whitened when I thought of the worst case scenario- something bad happened to Bella and her family. But I shrugged off that thought.

Her dad is a mafia head, for goodness sake.

She's toying with you, Edward. How stupid you are to let her control your emotions… Ah, Bella is siding with the girls, helping them to take a revenge on you, Mr. Playboy.

I yelled at the voice in my head. "Stop it!" But it wouldn't listen to me. . For all we know, she might be fake, just a made up character whose purpose is to make Edward Cullen's life miserable.

Is that voice right? She's just playing with my emotions? All these while, she's just lying to me?

My jaw clenched and I gripped onto the pen so tightly that it ought to break in to halves.

You bitch! How could you just not give me a single reply? Just yes or no! Isn't it simple? Why must you torture me like this? Why? I'm a human being, I've got feelings too! I can't believe you. You took away my heart, and now, have no intention of returning it back to me. If you don't reciprocate the feelings I have for you, fine, just tell me. I can very well accept it. It's so much better than waiting for your reply. F.Y.I., I've been waiting for two months.

Once I wrote those, I instantly regretted.

Rosalie's POV

After getting back from the hospital, Alice and I got into our dorm as usual, without any excitement.

All of a sudden, Alice broke down, something she hasn't done in two months.

I quickly rushed to her side, and rubbed soothing circles on her back, comforting her.

"Hush, Al. It's okay."

After a few minutes, she looked at me in pure horror. "Rose, what if she doesn't wake up? What if she's sleeping like that forever?"

"No!" My tears were threatening to fall, but no, I had to stay strong. I had faith in Bella. "She will wake up!" I shouted, mostly to assure myself. "Remember, her fingers moved when she heard the song from the CD? We told her it's from Edward, and you saw it with your own eyes too!"

"I know, her fingers moved, but doctor said it was nothing."

"Stop it Alice. Bella will wake up, I just know it. Why can you just stay positive?" I got up and headed into the bathroom, slamming the door in process. I sat down on the marble floor and cried for the first time ever since I heard the news-"Bella's in comma."

After about an hour or so, there was a knock on the bathroom door. "Come in."

By then, my tears were dried, but I didn't want to get out of the bathroom just yet.

Alice sat beside me. The silence and tension in the air was really uncomfortable. Thankfully, she broke it first. "Rose, I'm sorry for the way I acted. I should at least have the faith in Bella."

I smiled at her. "It's okay."

Then she stood up, her usual perky self back in action. "Let's have a look at the diary, shall we?"

I laughed and followed her.

We opened the diary and saw a new entry.

Once I read, my heartbeat sped up, and Bella'd be lucky that I didn't burn the diary out of rage.

I grabbed the diary from Alice with much force, and took out my pen.

You son of a bitch, how dare you say Bella's a bitch. You don't know anything.

Before I could complete my rant, Alice took away the diary.

"What the fuck?" I glared at her with what they usually call Dagger Glares. "Hand over the diary, Alice."

"Nope. You're not going to write anything in the diary. Edward will not know what happened to Bella, and Bella certainly won't want him to know." I looked at her as though she's insane. "At least, for now."

I huffed and got out of the dorm. I need Emmett right now! I growled internally.

Edward's POV

Okay, what the hell was that?

Certainly it couldn't be Bella addressing herself like a third party. Oh my… What happened?

I know you're not Bella, who are you? Please tell me what happened to her?

I had a hunch that the person wouldn't reply, but I still carried on believing that I would open the diary one day, to see those handwriting there on a new page again.