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BPOV
The new Cullen house was amazing. It was three times the size of the house they had in Phoenix, and so much more beautiful. It was an old house, but it was elegant and the color was amazing, and all it made me think of the olden times, very old fashioned, though was Spain. It was like a Spanish house, but only slightly different because it was Italian.

I looked up at Jasper when we were arriving. He looked just as nervous as I was, and momentarily squeezed my hand, sending me a signal of comfort. I smiled at him and he did the same to me.

"Alright, Jasper and Bella, come with me," Esme said, leading us into the house, while the driver and some other people carried out luggage. She didn't immediately take us to them again, but to our quarters, where we would be spending the week.

My room was wonderful. It was facing the courtyard, where the fountain was. It also over looked what seemed like miles of land. But I had an empty feeling when I saw it. I shouldn't be able to see something this amazing if I didn't have him.

"Esme, can we see them now? Please? The suspense is killing me," I said to her. She nodded. I walked down the hall and grabbed Jasper's arm from where he was sitting in his room, and pulled him with me in the direction we were walking.

"They stay in the same room, only so they aren't alone. And Alice might be sleeping, because, well, she's a lot worse off that Edward is."

My eyes teared up and I could hear the hurt in Esme's voice. I sniffled. Jasper took my hand.

We'd arrived at the end of the hall, two ominous double doors in front of us. Esme knocked, and a nurse answered.
"Is it alright?" Esme asked, referring to us.

"Yes. They're both awake."

Esme walked in first, and Jasper and I waited outside of the room.

"Edward! Freaking MTV? Again? If I have to watch this shit-Oh, hi Mom-crap again, I'm going to choke you," Alice said.

I didn't want to smile, but I was laughing.

"Mary Alice, I told you about insulting your brother that way," Esme's clear voice said.

"Shut up, Al," Edward said back to Alice. He sounded tired, but it was perfect. More perfect than I could ever imagine.

"Edward!"

"She started it, Mom!" He reasoned. I thought it was cute. His voice have me shivers.

I cried harder, because I forgot the sound, the sweet sound that made me melt ever time I heard it. The sound I've yearned to hear for so long.

Jasper hugged me, and I cried into his shirt.

My boyfriend was dying, and I had absolute control of the matter. And it was killing me that I had to witness the entire ordeal.

"Dears, I've brought some people to visit you. Can you handle it?" Esme asked. She sounded excited.

"Is it the lady from the mall?!" Alice asked, her voice sounding excited. Even sick, she loved the mall. And surprisingly, I wasn't astonished that Esme had people from the mall come and give her choices to shop from her own house.

"No, sweetie. They're much better than Ms. Jones," Esme answered, pleased with herself. "Just keep calm. I don't want to have to call the nurse.

We took that as our cue to go inside.

It wasn't like I thought it would be. I thought they would be lying on their backs, hooked up to seventeen billion different monitors, but they weren't. It was a normal room, with normal furnishings. Alice was tucked into her bed, the one by the windows, piles of blankets surrounding her, her back propped up by dozens of pillows. Edward was lying on his stomach, shirtless and in a pair of Abercrombie jeans, reading something. And it was startling to see that they were both bald. As in no hair. My fingers ached at the fact that Edward didn't have any hair. But it sparked an idea in my mind.

They both looked up and Alice screamed.

The next thing I knew I was in Edward's strong arms and he was spinning me around. And the second I was put down, his lips found mine, and he kissed me long and hard and deliciously. Everything seemed to fall in to place then And I remembered everything about him. Everything.

And believe me when I said I kissed him back. My arms went around his neck, and I pulled him closer, feeling the muscles in his shoulders contract and flex. I moaned in his mouth, and his hands around my waist pulled me closer to his firm body.

When we pulled apart, I clutched to him like a lost little girl, and he seemed to do the same.

"I honestly didn't think I'd see you this soon," he whispered. "I'm surprised my mother even did what I asked. I missed you," he said, his green eyes smiling. And suddenly, he didn't look sick or horrible or on the verge of dying.

"I missed you too. I thought about you everyday, every chance I could get," I said, inhaling his scent I loved so much.

I love you, Isabella." Edward's eyes were serious, glistening fully with meaning.

He'd never told me he loved me. Ever. And because of that, I pulled back.

"You love me?" I asked him, my voice unintentionally riddled with doubt. He nodded.

He was silent, opening his mouth several times, before closing them, thinking of another route of words. "I'm not sure if you wanted me to tell you, but I do. Bella, I couldn't not love you even if I tried. And to think I was forgetting the things I loved about you made me scared, Bella. I couldn't go a day without thinking about you, and everything we did together, but the memories made everything worse, because I couldn't remember that you smile was as beautiful and amazing as the one you have on now. I love you, Bella. i love you, and nothing," he said with hard meaning, "nothing will ever change that." His green eyes were jaded, but I could see the excitement and adoration he had for me. For me. Plain and unexciting Bella. But he loved me, and that was all I could ever hope for.

"Edward, I cried for a week straight when I got that note. And I understand why you did it, but sometimes I thought it would have been so much better if you told me straightly. We could have dealt with this, instead of everyday going through whatever I had to face. Sometimes I would sit in my room for hours, trying to remember everything about you, all the things that made me fall in love with you. But I could never remember. And I tore up my room, looking for something that would make me see you, remind me of you. I love you Edward, with all my heart and I just can't bear to lose you." I leaned up and kissed him, but it was a soft kiss that held more love and adoration her had to give me. And I kissed him in kind.

Eventually, we parted, and I just rested against Edward's body, still standing near the doorway. then I looked past Edward and over to my best friend. I walked over to Alice and ran my hand down her bald head, feeling the spikes of her hair wanting out. She sat up slowly, both of us breaking away from the boys' grasps and giving each other hugs. She held me tightly.

"Believe me," she said, "I never thought I was going to see you again." Tears filled her eyes.

"I thought the same thing," I said truthfully.

"I love you Bells," she said. "Maybe not as much as Edward does, or in that same way, but I love you the Alice way, and let me tell you, that's a lot of fucking love," she said.

I smiled at her. "I love you the Bella way, and that's more than you can imagine," I said to her. My hand immediately went to my collar where the pendant of the necklace Alice gave me, and she smiled.

"I was serious about anyone messing with you. I will burn them," she said. I laughed. "I will rise fro the dead and eat them."

But her mention at death, had my smile fading quickly.

"Bella, face it," she said. "We're going to die. I've accepted it. I'm not going to live long after this. And you have to accept this too."

Tears fell over, and down my cheeks. "But you guys are the best thing that ever happened to me. The best, and I never want it to end," I said to her.

"But it will, and it will be okay," she said.

"Alice, stop," Edward said, his voice hard. I turned around and clutched to his body.

"Okay, whatever. I love you Bella," she said to me. "And no one else will more than I do."

We talked a little bit, and though she was my best friend, I could feel the need to pull away from each other and spend time together with our boys. So Alice told me we would have a girls' breakfast tomorrow morning. That settled my heart, and I was able to go lie down with Edward, cuddled up into his side.

And I cried.

EPOV

I almost couldn't believe that Bella was here with me. Here with me in my bedroom, kissing me like she hadn't seen me in years. And I indulged in it as much as I could without opverexerting myself. She smiled when she ran her fingers over my scalp.

"I miss you hair," she said softly against my lips.

I laughed. "Me too," I said quite nostalgically. My hand instinctively went ot the top of my head.

She looked pensive. "I bet Alice misses her hair the-"

"No! Don't call me that! Have you seen what I look like?" Alice's voice was raised, and she sounded angry.

I jumped out of the bed and walked over to the door. When I opened it, I saw Alice crumpled on the floor, Jasper kneeling over her. Both Bella and I looked at him.

"I told her she was beautiful, and she flipped," he said.

"Because I'm not beautiful anymore, Jasper," she sobbed. I dropped to her side, taking her form Jasper and into my arms.

"Alice, look at me," I said softly. She did, her crystal blue eyes filled with big tears. I wiped them away. "You are the most beautiful girl here, okay? The most beautiful. Do you understand me?"

"Edward . . ."

"Say it, Ali. Say it."

"No, because I'm not."

"Mary Alice Cullen."

"I'm the most beautiful girl here," she said hesitantly with a smile.

"Good. If you flip out on Jasper again, I'm telling Mom, and you're just going to have to stay with Grandma," I threatened.

"Gosh, you're such a tattle tell." she said, but she said it with a smile. Jasper helped her stand up, and then I turned around to see Bella, but she was no where in sight. She wasn't in the room, so I went downstairs to look for her, but she wasn't there either.

She was probably talking with my mother.

And since I was feeling tired, I decided just a little sleep would hurt. Especially since the next few days would be very Bella filled.

So I lay in my bed in my bedroom, having no trouble finding sleep.

It was night when I woke up. I sat up, noticing there was a body lying next to mine.

Alice. He pale bald head was peeking out fro the blankets. I gently shook her awake, wanting to know why she was here in my bedroom, rather than in her own with Jasper. And where the hell was Bella. But when she moved, I saw that it wasn't Alice at all. Nope, not at all.

And when she opened her eyes, they weren't the startling blue that I'd know for almost eighteen years of my life, but the depth less brown that I'd come to love.

"Bella?" I yelled. "What the hell did you do to your hair?I"

She sat up and touched her scalp. Her hair was gone. Completely cut off, to the point where it was the same as Alice's and mine. I mean if we could have, we would have kept our hair. But because of chemo, we couldn't. Bella had absolutely no excuse.

"I cut it." She smiled brightly. "Do you like it?" She ran her hand over her head, still smiling brightly.

I laughed. "Bella, why did you shave all your hair off?" I asked her.

"Because Alice needs to know she can be beautiful without hair. Do you think I'm beautiful?" she asked me sleepily.

"Of course I think you're beautiful. The fairest of them all, Bella," I said lightly, missing the long, gorgeous brown locks she normally wore down.

She smiled at me.

"You really didn't have to do that," I told her. She shrugged.

"Why not. It makes Alice feel better, so it makes me feel better."

"But she's going to be mad that she can't play with it anymore," I said. I knew Alice. She'd be pissed.

"No. I went to see her before I came here. Of course, she was a little disappointed, but she went all excited, saying she was going to get us matching outfits." She laughed, and I couldn't help but laughed with her.

We fell into a comfortable silence after a little while, Bella fitting nicely in my arms. She began to hum, and then immediately, I felt nostalgic of her voice.

"Bella, could you sing for me?" I asked her. Her face fell.

"You want me to sing for you? Why?" she asked.

"Because you love me and because I want to hear you," I told her.

"What do you want me to sing for you?" she asked, sitting up from my side. She looked at me, her face blank.

"I don't care. I just want to hear you," I said to her.

"Okay," she said. She climbed on top of me, her body straddling my waist. She traced a finger down my temple to my jaw, singing a song I wasn't familiar with. "You're a song written by the hands of God
Don't get me wrong
'Cause this might sound
To you a bit odd," she sang, a smile forming on her lips.
But you own the place
Where all my thoughts
Go hiding
And right under your clothes
Is where I find them . . .

Underneath your clothes
There's an endless story
There's the man I chose"- Bella leaned down, whispering in my ear-"There's my territory."

She smiled greatly and continued normally. "And all the things
I deserve
For being such
A good girl honey . . ."

She leaned down, resting her body against mine for a second, before continuing in just a little more than a whisper.

"'Cause of you
I forgot the
Smart ways to lie
Because of you
I'm running out of
Reasons to cry
When the friends are gone
When the party's over
We will still belong
To each other."

She sat up and peeled off her shirt, my eyes drifting down her body, noticing she was only dressed in her lacy light blue bra. She smiled seductively at me.

"Underneath your clothes
There's an endless story
There's the man I chose
There's my territory
And all the things
I deserve
For being such
A good girl

For being such a . . .

I love you more than all
That's on the planet
Movin' talkin' walkin' breathin'
You know it's true
Oh baby it's so funny
You almost don't believe it
As every voice is hanging from the silence
Lamps are hanging from the ceiling
Like a lady tied to her manners
I'm tied up to this feeling

Underneath your clothes
There's an endless story
There's the man I chose
There's my territory
And all the things
I deserve
For being such
A good girl, for being such a good girl," she finished, her breath warm against my lips. She then kissed me fully on the mouth, taking my hands to touch her in places guys would only dream of touching.

And all the feelings escalated, excitement and eagerness running through my body.

And then everything fell in to place again, and I didn't think about anything except for the way our bodies touched so intimately, the perfection of it making me forget everything that I had come to Italy for.

BPOV

Edward and I made love that evening. I think my choice of song put us both in the mood. And that was okay, because having him that way was amazing. And I wanted to have him in every way possible.

I was lying on Edward's chest, still humming to that Shakira song.

"You're perfect Bella, you know that. You're beautiful, even if you are bald," he said with a light tease. I smiled and kissed his chest.

"You're perfect too Edward," I said to him. "Even if you are bald."

He laughed. And I laughed with him.

"Do you think you'll ever be able to come home, Edward?" I asked him.

"Where's home Bella?" He said. "For twelve years, we've been moving. I told you I lived in Forks all my life, but I didn't. I've been all over the world Bella, trying to get better. Trying. And home is where ever I am. And right now, Bella, home is here in Florence." His voice was tired and exasperated. Twelve years, and they were still fighting.

"No," I whispered. "Home is with me," I said seriously to him.

"What are you getting at here?" Edward asked me.

"Do you love me Edward?" I asked. "Do you love my personality and my witty remarks? My blush and my classic shyness? Not the sex or whatever, but do you love me?"

He nodded. "Bella, I told you I couldn't love anything more in my life."

"Then I feel obligated to tell you that I want to spend the rest of my life with you," I said to him.

"Okay," he said. But his face turned somber. "But what if forever is only the next year and a half, Bella? What if your forever and my forever don't match like they're supposed to? What about that? I could marry you Bella. I could marry you right now. But for what, if it's all getting shot to hell?" he said to me. His voice was rigid and angry. I put my hand on his cheek.

"Because you deserve to have something like this, Edward. You deserve to get married and have kids and live a long full, happy life. You deserve it with someone who loves you, Edward. Just like I deserve to have someone love me fully and completely like you do." I leaned closer, kissing him fully.

But he pulled away.

"You're being irrational Bella. That's nonsense and you know it."

I sat up and looked at him. "Nonsense, Edward? Nonsense? This is not nonsense. But forget it. If you want to die without being happy, I won't take that away from you." I stood out of bed, getting dressed int he clothes I'd dropped all over the floor.

Edward was doing the same, but he was trying to talk reason into me. He stopped his words when he saw my tears.

"You're really serious about this, aren't you?"

"Yes Edward, I am serious about this. I wanted to, but I'm not going to force the idea on you. Whatever you want Edward, I'm willing to give to you. Don't you realize that already? Don't you realize that I'm completely yours for the taking. I always have been. And nothing-not a person, or this thing you have-should stop us from having what ever we want. Do you understand me? Do you? Because I think you're just willing to sulk all by yourself. Jamie didn't do that in A Walk To Remember. She coped with it and let love take over her. Why can't you freaking do the same?" I asked him. I sank into the bed, looking up at him.

"I hate when you do that to me," he said.

"Do what? Be right?" I asked with a small bite.

"No. Look at me with those big brown eyes. I can't take it when you do that to me." He sighed and sat down next to me. "I don't want to have something, and give you everything you could possibly imagine, but then have it taken away from you in such a short time. I don't want to hurt you." He took my hand.

"Edward, I rather have something amazing and great for a little while, than have nothing at all. And which would you rather give me? Because it's all up to you, Edward. I love you. And i will do anything for you. You just haven't figured that out yet. You just haven't figured out that I'm going to be here for you forever." I looked up at him and I saw tears in his eyes.

"Bella, I'm scared of this. I'm scared and I don't want to die. I don't Bella. But I don't want Alice to die either. And Alice may be superficial, materialistic, and self-centered sometimes, but when push comes to shove, she's not selfish. Alice is never selfish. And I know she prays as much as I do, for God to take her instead of me. And I think her prayers are working. Because whether or not she wants to admit it, she's getting sicker, and I'm getting better. And I don't want that to happen. I don't want Alice to die. I don't want to die. I just want to be home-with you. But Bella, I don't want to have to put my full heart into it to have nothing left for you," he said. I wiped his face with my fingers, clearing my face of tears as well.

"So what do we do?" I asked him.

"I don't know, Bella. I really don't know. All I know is that I love you. I truly do. And I just can't see what lies ahead of us." He whispered softly in to my ear as we lay back, holding each other firmly.

"But it's not faith if you use your eyes," I cited.

"Isn't that from a song?" Edward said. I smiled.

"Yeah, but isn't it true?"

"Yeah."

Alright here's the chapter. I hope you guys like it, because this is what you get. If you haven't leaned by now, A Walk to Remember is my favorite movie. Favorite. And it's also the inspiration of this story. Although, it's very different. But it's what it is. The songs mentioned in this chapter were Shakira's "Underneath Your Clothes" , and Paramore's "Miracle". Look them up if you don't know them. Great songs, promise. :)

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Hope you liked it.

Jessie.