Sometimes its as to forget who we are, and why w are where we are now. What situations had brought you to the exact moment you where in. I had never expected to be in this moment. I had never thought I'd be home alone, in absolute quite. Nothing but memories passing by my eyes in small flashes. Nothing but memories to keep me company when I felt like everything was falling apart. Nothing but memories when I wanted to cry out, scream, and stomp, and act like I had so many times when I was with Charlie. I just wanted to be a normal teen age girl, but how can you do that when you're left completely alone.

I had thought that everything was a waste of time up until now. I had no purpose but to live an empty life behind a computer screen. I had never let anyone in before. I had never opened up to any one. Never truly cared about anyone. Then this boy comes along and I wanted to believe that I wanted him, I really did, but I didn't deserve this. I didn't deserve him to be here with me. I didn't deserve to fall in love.

I had lost too many people.

I had said that when Mike had told me he was in love with me. I didn't love him, but I let him move in.

I had said this when Jacob told me he'd do anything for me. I told him I wanted him to stay my friend forever.

Currently I was thinking up a new excuse, a new reason as to why Edward should leave and never come back. I wanted to come up with a way to tell him to back off, without actually losing another person, just deflecting them into a different social area of my life. Somewhere between someone who wasn't actually there for me, but still looking out for me in the very corner of their thoughts.

"Don't think so hard, you're going to hurt yourself."

"Edward!" I jumped, almost falling off the couch at the site of him standing at the bottom of the steps. His laugh echoed around the empty house and I gave a half-smile. "Why are you here?"

"You really have to lock your bedroom window."

"I don't even know how you get in."

"Its magic." He snapped his fingers and took a few more steps closer to me. I was stuck staring at him.

"You can't be here right now." I tugged at my hair, fussing with it to go into some reasonable mess instead of just a mess.

"I thought the house was empty." I just stared at him disbelievingly and he gave that smirk of his, "I mean besides you."

"You can't just come in here."

"You don't want me here?" He took a step back.

"No I don't mean it like that," I sighed. "You just can't keep coming in when ever you want.

"Then you should really lock your window."

"You should knock on a door every once in awhile."

"Its two am you know?" He walked over to stand before me. "You don't look well."

"I'm just tired."

"Can't sleep."

"You never can, can you?"

"What about you?"

"Oh me?" He laughed, "I never sleep."

"I feel like I don't anymore either."

"Long day?"

"Nobody's been by all day."

"Where have they been?"

"Out." I wasn't sure why I felt the need to explain everything to him.

"Well then, lets dance."

"Dance?" I laughed the word.

"I'd hate for you to feel bored in my presence." He held out his hand, and I stared at it wearily. "what's the harm?"

I took his hand and he lifted me, easily off the couch, taking me in his arms. He took a step and I followed. I could make up the notes that we where probably dancing to. Some slow piano song that would have drifted through the house as he led me, gliding around the living room. I couldn't pull my eyes away from his golden ones. Something felt different here. I felt my heart beating wildly in my chest, but I had never felt more calm in my entire life. It was as I belonged here. Dancing in silence. I closed my eyes and focused on a soft hum he had begun. It made me feel completely numb, a good kind of numb. As if a heaviness was gone. The same way Charlie had made me feel when He held me when I was young, fighting monsters, and listening to me cry. I felt protected.

My eyes flew open as a sharp knock interrupted up, sending me stopping, not to gracefully, onto Edwards foot. I blushed and hurriedly pulled away. "I'll be right back."

He said nothing as I rushed away to answer the door. Outside was a long, white box tied neatly with a green, silky ribbon. I brought it inside, and placed it on the kitchen table, opening it to revel a bouquet of red roses. As I reached for the card a searing pain hit my fingertip and I pulled back, blood pudding on the skin. I stuck my finger in my mouth and cursing the thorns, an my own stupidity, mentally and opening the card with my other hand.

'To my dearest Bella, a rose by another name would smell as sweet. -E'

My eyes grew wide and I tossed the card onto the flowers and rushed into the living room. I needed to know if Edward and E where the same person. Had they been connected in someway?

The living room however, when I returned, was empty.