I'm sorry that the last chapter was so depressing. I didn't realize it was. But in any case. Sorry for the typos. I didn't have time to proof read it very well.

Just read.

BPOV

Of course I thought about him. I would be lying if I said I didn't.

There was a quick sharp knock at my door and I went to go answer it, debating whether I should have gone to pull on some decent clothes.

I opened the door, and Alice Cullen was standing there an enormous smile on her face.

I jumped in her arms and I began to cry and laugh hugging her so tight. I was scared she would disappear if I didn't. "What are you doing here?" I asked her.

"I wanted to see you. I heard you read the book and saw Edward, and so I came by to see you too. I missed you." She was still grinning. I was smiling back at her too.

I invited her in, letting her get comfortable in my tiny apartment. I made us some coffee, and then we retreated to my bedroom, sitting on my bed.

We talked forever, just catching up with each other's lives. We didn't talk about Edward, because it was a touchy subject. But all in all, we were catching up, and that was good. She was engaged to Jasper. They didn't know when they were getting married, but it was going to be soon.

"So I was wondering if you'd be my maid of honor," she said.

"Really?"

Of course!"

"Wow, this is so amazing. Sure, I'll be your maid of honor." I hugged her and she hugged me back. I smiled at her.

"So how's school been going?" she asked.

"It's okay. Lots of work, but, there's only two years left," I said with a laugh. She laughed too. Alice didn't go to college because she didn't have to. Alice wanted to be a mom. And since she was getting married to Jasper, she would get to be one soon.

"So how's Zafrina and Edward?" I asked her.

"Bella do you really want to talk about that right now?" Alice made a face. She sighed and I nodded.

"They're fine. They have an apartment in the Hills and Zafrina works part time as a model for some art students at the University. Edward goes to the school, and they're happy."

I smiled. "I'm glad."

She stared at me, like I had two heads. "Are you really, Bella?"

I touched the key that sat at the base of my throat. There were only select times I'd taken it off; if I didn't have to, it stayed on.

"I am," I said truthfully. I was happy for him. And her. She deserved someone like Edward.

Alice smiled. "You're my sister regardless, and I love you." She took my hand. We got comfortable in my bed, getting ready for sleep. Alice was out fast, but I lay awake, staring at the ceiling in the dark.

Hours past, and I found myself missing him. And it wasn't just tonight. It was every night, because I still loved him. I died a little bit every time I thought about him, because I was pretending that I was okay, when I wasn't.

I closed my eyes, on the verge of sleep when I heard a vibrating sound. I looked over at my nightstand, my cell phone vibrating. Who would be calling me now?

I didn't recognize the caller ID, but I answered anyway.

"Hello?" I croaked out.

"Bella?"

My body warmed with fire and love and passion and I couldn't breathe. I didn't say anything.

"Bella, it's me," he said. I took in a deep breath.

"Hold on," I said. I looked over at Alice; she was out cold, snoring softly, clutching to the bed spread. I walked out into the living room, sitting on the sofa, still in the dark, and held the phone to my ear. I could hear him breathing. I remembered the touch of his fingers on my skin, his warm breath on my neck, the warmth of his body burning my skin.

"Okay," I said. "What's wrong?"

"I can't lie to myself anymore. And I can't lie to you. I want you Bella. No—I need you. I love you Bella. And I never stopped loving you."

I gasped. "Edward, listen to what you're telling me. Listen to what you're saying. Are you sure?"

"Of course I'm sure. I've been pacing this hotel room all night, and I can't seem to get you out of my head."

"Hotel room? You're here?" I said to him, completely and utterly surprised.

"Yes. Alice asked that I come with her." He was talking, but I could tell his mind was on something completely different. I couldn't think of anything to say, other than:

"I'm coming. Tell me where you are."

And he did.

I left a note for Alice on the mirror across from my bed, pulled on some jeans and some sandals, and then grabbed my keys silently heading outside.

In my car, I cried. Not because I was sad, but because, finally, after waiting patiently for two years, something was happening, and it was a good something.

I parked in the hotel parking lot and then went inside, going up t the seventh floor, down to room 719 and knocked on the door.

But Zafrina opened the door. She was with him.

My heart fell into my stomach, and as gross and disgusting as it sounded, I vomited all over her.

"Oh, geeze!" she said. But I couldn't stop.

She pulled me inside and into the bathroom, shoving me in the bathtub and turning on the cold water. I screamed and wiggled around, trying to get up. She detached the shower head and sprayed me.

"Don't mess with my boyfriend," she growled at me. She was so close to my face then.

"He doesn't want you," I said to her. She smacked me and I attacked her, throwing her to the floor and pinning her down. She grabbed my hair, and pulled, yanking out a few strands. I screamed and threw a punch, landing somewhere on her face. She kicked and screamed, scratching me, drawing blood.

Someone grabbed me off of her but I managed to get a few kicks. She flipped me the finger before attacking me again.

"Zafrina!"

My body stiffened and I became aware of his scent. He was holding me.

"What Edward? She's trying to ruin our relationship, worm her way in," Zafrina answered.

"He called me, Zafrina," I said to her. I tasted blood in my mouth. I was sure my lip had split.

"You're lying, you little slut—"

"Z, I thought I told you not to come here, that things between us were over," Edward said. Edward's eyes were fierce and determined, and I couldn't help but feel content, because for once, in a very long time, something was going my way.

Zafrina took a breath. "I knew you'd go back to her. You always were. I was just your fill in, something you used. And damn if that doesn't hurt me too," she said to him.

Edward shook his head. "You liked the idea, Zafrina. You didn't love me."

She looked at him. She was crying. "I tried to Edward. I tried to love you, but I—you wouldn't let me," she said to him. "You're a great friend, and all the things we did together made me happy. And I guess it was just an idea. But you loved the idea too," she said. "Remember?"

"I do, Zafrina. But I love Bella."

Zafrina sighed. "You're not supposed to. You're supposed to be with me." She was throwing a fit, like a five year old girl, and I felt like I was intruding.

"Call me when you're finished Edward," I said. I walked out of the bathroom, and then remembered what I'd done. I grabbed a few towels and cleaned up the mess my stomach had made on the floor. When that was finished, I pulled on a shirt from what looked like a pile of Edward's clothes; it smelled just like him, a smoky, woodsy smell. My heart raced.

I walked outside of the room, and used the elevator to get to the first floor. I walked outside where the greenhouse was, looking at all the plants and flowers, alone at three in the morning.

The moon was full, and there were a lot of stars out. My heart was hammering against my chest, and I felt dizzy. But it was a good dizzy, like when you got off a roller coaster. I found myself laughing alone to a joke I didn't even know.

My phone buzzed in my pocket, and the caller ID didn't recognize. I picked up.

"Bella?"

"No, it's the boogeyman," I said with a giggle.

Edward laughed. "I think it's safe, Bella," he said. "Zafrina left."

"You didn't say anything mean did you?"

"No." He sighed. "Come up to the room, and I'll explain." He didn't hesitate. "I love you."

I smiled. A tear slipped down my cheek. "I love you too."

EPOV

"In London, Alice told me she wanted to visit you. She asked me to come. So I did. But I was trying to force myself to love her. And I knew I didn't," I said to her. We were sitting cross-legged in front of each other on the floor of the living room of the suite. Bella looked up at me with her tired brown eyes.

"She was mad at me, but I didn't want to talk to her anymore, because I knew she would convince me to stay, and I didn't want to stay. I want to come see you. I wanted to tell you I loved you. That I still love you, and that I hope you would forgive me for being a jerk and a jackass, and so stupid as to see that you were the only one that would make me completely and wholly happy." I looked down at her, and she was just staring up at me.

Not the response I was expecting.

"You hurt me Edward. I mean, of course I love you, and of course I want to be with you. But I'm going to spend the rest of my life wondering if it's going to be the day you're going to break my heart again." Tears streamed down her face. She crawled over to me, sitting on my lap, her arms around my shoulders. She was sobbing in my arms. I smoothed her hair and let her cry. She was crying because of me, and I didn't want to say something to upset her.

"But you—GOD! How can I just forgive you Edward? It's not that easy. I mean you broke me. My heart—I don't think I can handle something like this." She let me go.

"Bella, I'm sorry. And I know that I was wrong, but you have to understand that I wasn't doing it to hurt you—"

She cut me off. "It doesn't matter your intentions, Edward. You did it. You fucked it up, and you expect me to come to you, just waiting for you to say go?"

"No Bella, but can't you give me a chance?"

"I don't know." She shrugged and looked away. It's—I love you. I love you so much, but how can I trust you?"

"Bella, I'll do anything you want me to. If you want me to leave—"

"No!" she screamed. "Don't leave me. I don't think I can handle it if you do." She held onto me tighter. "I can't just let you go though. And I should give you hell for what you did to me. But I can't. I'm too nice, and I love you too much to deal with that. I love you okay? I want you for the rest of my life and the rest of yours. I want to marry you and have kids and live together until we die. I want this," she said. She was breathing like she'd run a race. "Do you?"

"God yes," I said to her. "Of course I want this Bella. I want this more than you could ever dream of. More than you think I do."

"I hope you're right Edward. I hope to God that you don't fuck this up. Because if you do, I can't give you another chance," she said. She was still crying, but she conveyed so much seriousness that it broke my heart. She was right. I couldn't match my pain to hers, because she beat me by a long shot. When I thought my heart was broken, Bella was living without a heart at all. And it was because of me.

And I didn't want her to feel like that. If I could see inside her head for even just a minute . . .

"I want this too much, Edward." She leaned her head on my shoulder, taking in a deep breath.

"Let's go for a drive Bella," I said to her softly.

"Where?"

"Let's go." I stood up and pulled her with me. She wiped her face on her shirt.

"Edward where are we going?" she asked me. She watched me as I packed up all of my things, which wasn't a lot, and drag her to the lobby where I checked out.

"Edward, answer me," she demanded, thrusting her hands on her hips. I looked at her, grabbed her body and pulled her to me. I kissed her, and she kissed back, and there was nothing but solid love in that kiss.

She was breathless when I pulled away.

"I'm going to marry you." I looked at her, in the parking lot of a hotel at four in the morning.

"Are you crazy?" she said. "Where do you expect to do that?"

"Las Vegas is only five hours away," I said to her. I cupped her face in my hands. "I am going to tie you to me legally, so that you know I am never going to leave you."

"Edward you don't have to do that," she said. Her eyes sparkled. She looked away. And anyways, Alice is at my apartment alone.

"So call her," I said. She shook her head.

"Why are you being like this?" She asked me.

I shrugged. "I love you." I pulled her ring out of my pocket. "I believe this belongs to you." I put it in her hand. She looked at it, at me, then at the ring again. She slipped it onto her ring finger.

"You're serious about doing this?" she asked me. I smiled at her.

"I have the chance now, Bella, and I'm going to take it." I tucked a lock of hair behind her ear. "I thought I was protecting you Bella. That I would be hurting you if I stayed. But I realized I had it wrong." I smiled at her. "I don't want to hurt you anymore."

"Say it, Edward." She said to me, looking up at me with her rich chocolate eyes.

"Say what?"

She just looked at me.

"Bella. You know I love you. I have loved you from the day I saw you trip and fall over thin air outside of your house. I loved you since that day. And I will love you forever. Please marry me," I said to her.

She shrugged. "The first time you asked was better, but I'll take what I can get at four o clock in the morning."

I laughed and picked her up, spinning her around. She kissed me.

"I love you Edward Cullen."

"I love you Isabella Cullen."

She laughed and smiled. "Let's go."

We got into her car. She let me drive, and we held hands as I drove to her house so she could get some clothes. She woke up Alice.

"Huh?" Alice said when she saw me. "What are you doing here?" she asked me.

"We're eloping," Bella said. Alice's eyes grew enormously.

"No way," she said.

"Yes way. If you need anything, Mom and Phil are at their house, and there are phone numbers on the fridge. Call you later." Bella hugged and kissed my sister, and Alice smiled widely at me.

"Finally," she grumbled, before returning to sleep.

"Okay," Bella said. "I'm ready."

Bella and I climbed in to her car and we set off to get eloped. I could care less if we got married. But it would make things real, make her happy, and that would make me happy.

Bella held my hand, and I looked over at her briefly, smiling at her. She smiled back.

"You don't have to do this, Edward," she said. "I'm fine with us just being together."

"Yeah, I do. I want to. And besides, you're excited and happy, and I know you want this. I should have done it two years ago. I'm never letting you leave me." I clutched her hand tighter.

"Okay, then."

I know it's short, but you get the point. :)

It's a Bella and Edward story. Was from the first chapter. So until next chapter :)

Jess.