So if you review you had a sneak peak of this chapter. Excited? I sure as hell am. :)

EPOV

So the tour it was. Apparently the book had sold so many copies it was one of the nation's bestsellers and it was my first book. It was also littered upon the shelves of bookstores, frequently being replaced as customers bought copied and stood in line for me to sign it.

It was September twelfth. Only a few more days until the tour was over. It was my last book signing of the day, and we were Tuscan, Arizona, going to Phoenix in two days for the last book signing. I was excited that is was over, that I would get to go back to London with Zafrina and just hang out like we did. I mean were already above any drinking restrictions. We were adults already.

Zafrina and I had gotten an apartment near the university, farther away from our homes. I loved her, she loved me, and that was all that there was to it.

There was one more girl left at the book signing and she looked especially excited to buy the book.

"Hi, I'm Chelsea," she said.

"Hello," I responded. "How would you like me to sign this?" I asked her. She grinned.

"Oh, just your name would be marvelous," she said. "Could I ask you a question?"

"Sure." I looked up at her, her flat brown eyes showing so much more emotion that most humans were capable of.

"Well, who is your dedication to?"

Isabella Swan, I wanted to say so badly. But I just smiled at her. "To a girl who stole my heart. She hasn't given it back yet," I said.

The girl named Chelsea smiled. "That's adorable," she said. "Thanks for writing this you know. You give a lot of us hope."

I handed her back her signed copy and she turned and left.

Zafrina came out from the sidelines and came and hugged me.

"I hate that the contract says you have to look like you're single," she said.

"Yeah, well, think about Z. It doesn't matter what I look like in public, but who I'm with in private." I kissed her. "I love you," I said.

"I love you, too."

We left back to the hotel room, and Zafrina and I ate dinner, just hiding inside since there were about ten billion girls in the hotel lobby dying to see me. All because I wrote a book on love. Man, women these days.

"So you used to live here?" Zafrina asked me.

"No, in Phoenix. We can stop by my—"I stopped my sentence, and Zafrina looked over at me.

"What?"

"She used to live next door to me. We can't go anywhere near there." I stared at the wall, nervous about the fourteenth. The book signing would be at her favorite bookstore, and certainly the day after her birthday she would have spending money to buy all the books she wanted, even the one book I didn't even want her to know existed.

"Calm down Edward. You look like you're going to have a panic attack," Zafrina said. She led me to the bed and I lay down. She felt my forehead, but I knew I didn't have a fever. I just didn't want to see her, after all this time and the way I'd left things. She really had stole my heart and kept it. So what did I love Zafrina with?

A new heart, I suppose, but not the original. I loved Zafrina. I loved her so much.

So why now, was I beginning to second guess me decisions?

Oh goodness. I didn't know what to do.

"Get some rest Edward," Zafrina whispered to me. She pressed her body against mine.

But I couldn't sleep. Not with a billion possibilities running through my head. No way.

The next morning Zafrina woke me up and we left to Phoenix. I had one relaxing day, and then the next day would be the book signing.

So Zafrina and I kept to ourselves in the hotel room, listening to music, talking, and sometimes making love. Okay, so it was most of the time that we were sleeping together. And I guess I couldn't help it. I wanted her to know. To be absolutely positive that I loved her and she was the only one for me.

But even as I thought it, I knew it wasn't true. Because even after all this time, I knew that if I saw Bella, everything would flood back to me, and I wouldn't be able to withstand it. I would kidnap her, lock her into a room and wait for her to tell me that she forgives me and that she loves me too. But that was as possible as whales learning to fly.

The day came to fast. It was early morning, the book signing at eleven am to one pm. It wasn't bed, because the sooner I got it over with, the sooner I was in London and the less I would have to worry about breaking my promise to Zafrina.

"So," I said to Z. She smiled.

"So."

"I was thinking about a Mayday Parade concert," I said to her. She nodded.

"You know I love them," she said.

"I know. That's why I got tickets for the day of your birthday." I grinned at her as she jumped in my arms and kissed me hard.

"Really?" she squealed.

"Yup. Turns out being kind of famous can get you places. It was totally sold out, and I managed to get backstage passes."

"I knew there was a reason I loved you," she teased. I kissed her long and hard, her body pressed close to mine as she straddled my hips. Her arms went around my neck and she pulled back.

"It's time to get going," she said. I looked up at the clock behind her. A quarter to eleven. She was right. I bet there was a crazy line in the store already and it hadn't even started yet.

We set up and everything started. The girls were in line for me to sign their books and take pictures, and answer a few of their questions. And I was nervous every time someone came through the entrance. But it was never her. It was almost over and I started to calm down. I realized that she would have been here by now if she wanted to come.

So I waited patiently and signed the books, waiting for one o' clock to roll around and Zafrina and I could be on our merry ways. Oh, yes. Good luck was with me, yes it was.

BPOV

It was my birthday. I was twenty years old.

I'd met a new friend at University of Phoenix and over the two years that I'd attended the school, she'd become my best friend. Her name was Chelsea, and she was mega nice. She was also my only friend at the moment. Well, I had friends, but not too many since I preferred to sulk in peace. Except for Jacob who in invaded my space every so often, but not often enough since he went to school in Florida at University of Central Florida. I was proud of him.

But any who, for my birthday, I had invited her for dinner with my mother, father, and Phil. We had Sushi from an excellent take out place and then some cake my mom had made herself. It was amazingly wonderful, perfectly chocolaty.

"So one more year until my daughter is completely legal," Charlie said. I laughed.

"Yeah, I guess so," I said. "It's not a big deal though; I don't like the taste of alcohol." I grinned at my dad and he laughed. Because while I'd gone to visit him when he lived in Forks, I used to drink what he had sometimes, and he would let me, even thought I thought he never knew. But he did.

It was our little secret.

"Happy birthday," My mom said. Phil nodded and then Chelsea and I went up to my bedroom. I turned up the volume to my stereo and sat next to Chelsea on the bed.

She was holding a gift. She grinned at me.

"I told you not to get me anything," I said to her. She laughed.

"And you thought I was going to listen to you?" she said. "I know how much you love to read. So I got these books for you. It's adorable. I read them a few weeks and I had to get them for you. And besides, one of the main characters had your name. How cool is that?" she said.

"Pretty cool I guess, Chels," I said to her. I smiled I took the wrapped books from her hands, ripping off the paper. There were a few Nicholas Sparks books and some Jodi Picoult. But I didn't recognize the last one. The title of the last book was The Definition of Attraction. The cover was black, with the definitions of all sorts of words in a light gray color, barely visible. The title was in white so it shone brightly and it intrigued me. At the bottom of the cover, there was the author's name.

E. A. Cullen.

Coincidence?

Hell no. The back of the book had little reviews. I opened the hard cover book and read the summary on the inside.

High school had never been sweeter at age seventeen.

And that was it. I flipped over to the back of the book and there was the author's picture on the flap.

It was Edward. My Edward. My Edward! He was lying on his bed, listening to his iPod, unaware that I had come into the room and snapped the photograph of him until he wrestled the camera from me.

My hands shook. And I dropped the book on to my bed.

Two and a half years I hadn't seen him, and it was all flooding back. Did I really want to read his book? In all honesty. Why would I want to? What would it have to do with me, the girl he left because he couldn't handle it?

"Did you like this one? I don't ever think I've heard of it," I said to Chelsea. My voice quavered a little bit. She didn't know about Edward, about our past together, on how he broke my heart so bad I had nightmares I woke up from screaming.

He always died in them, no matter what I did to try and save him. He always ended up dead.

"Oh, I loved it. That Mr. Cullen is a genius. It's so . . . it's like it's real, you know? It was wonderful. The ending made me cry," she said.

I was alarmed. I looked up at her, frantic. "Why?"

She grinned. "You have to read it. Anyway, I have to get going, Bella," she said. "Boyfriend will be annoyed that I'm not home for the fiftieth time in what seems like forever."

"Sure. I'll talk to you. Thanks, for this," I said.

"Oh, no problem. At least I know you like the gifts, you know. No one likes books more than you do." She smiled. She hugged me, and I walked her out, racing up to my room afterward. Everyone was in their rooms and I was alone.

I stared at the book and sighed. I opened it again, a piece of paper falling out.

September 13& 14

Book Signing

Don't miss it!

I grabbed a blanket, sat by the window, and opened the book. I read the dedication, which crumbled my heart into about a million pieces.

To you, whom I never stopped loving

I began to read the book, my heart filling up as I recognized what I was reading. Not because I'd read it before, but because I lived it.

Arizona was hot. Sweltering to the point that all you really wanted to do was take of your clothes and dive into a pool of iced water.

I helped my sister carry the boxes of our things into our new house.

But something caught my eye. Or someone. She was a tiny girl, only five three or four, wearing a tank top and shorts. So she was more than pretty, if her body had anything to say about it. But it was when she tripped and fell that I got to look at her face, because I'd caught her in my arms.

I began to cry. Because that was exactly the way I remembered it.

And for the remainder of the book, I cried.

I laughed.

I blushed.

I remembered.

I sat there for hours reading and rereading and rereading, until I finished the book, and looked out of the window, watching the sun rise and shine bright through the window. He'd written about me. An entire book about everything that we'd done together. About the leukemia, the jealous boys and girls at our school, when he said that he loved me for the first time.

He had a very good memory for it all to be there.

Everything was right. Everything. So a part of it hadn't happened. We hadn't gone to college together and we hadn't stayed engaged. But everything else was the same.

Except for one other thing.

Our song hadn't been Momentum by The Hush Sound, but Three Cheers For Five Years by Mayday Parade. It was the first song that had played when we'd first made love in my bedroom over that Christmas break when we'd been left behind by our families.

And it annoyed me that out of every detail in the book, this was the one that was wrong. This one, where it was both of our first times making love to someone.

And so I rationed with myself. It was because he could. Because the book was fiction and he could change any detail about that he wanted to. But I was so mad that it was that detail. For God sakes, he could have made me blonde or a read head or Hispanic for all I care, but that song . . . it was our song.

Damn it!

For God sakes, half the book was mostly what would have happened had he not kicked me out of the door and stayed with me. What would have happened between us.

I sighed. But it was still annoying.

I looked at the paper with the date and times for the book signing and smiled. I would just go to see him and set him straight. That's all I would do. It was already eleven in the morning, and it had started at ten, so I needed to get going before it ended and I wouldn't get the chance.

So I got dressed in a pair of jeans and a t shirt and then pulled on a hoodie and some sunglasses.

And then I was out, going to the bookstore where he would be.

And there he was. Alive and healthy-looking. It was wonderful. And despite what I'd thought, there were women lined up to get their books signed. I shook my head and grabbed a number, holding my book in my arms. The line moved quickly and before I knew it, I was standing before him.

"Where did you imagine these characters from?" I asked him. He smiled up at me.

"That seems to be the most popular question today," he laughed. "When I was in high school, I'd met this girl, and she was my inspiration for my heroine in the story."

I blushed.

"And another question," I said.

"Shoot."

"Why did you make their song Momentum and not Three Cheers For Five Years?" I blurted out.

His smiled fell and he looked at me. "What you say?"

"Why did—"

"Take off your sunglasses."

I hesitated for a second, and then pulled them off, looking at him straight in the eye.

His eyes flashed opened wide.

"Bella." Not a question, but a statement. And that made my heart burst. I threw myself on him instinctively and he hugged me back, his mouth finding mine.

Oh, glorious Gods. He was back in my arms and I was kissing him. After two years of not seeing him, I deserved this kiss. But the kiss didn't last a few seconds; someone came and broke us up.

"Excuse me," the woman said. She looked at me, fire in her eyes.

"Yes?" I said. Edward took a deep breath and stepped away from me, leaving me in a spot so cold.

"I'm Zafrina Adams, Edward's girlfriend."

My heart sank and dropped, crashing into a million pieces.

Hope for absolutely nothing.

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