A/N: No need for a long author's note. This is done from Edward's POV. More to come this week.

Edward

"How much progress do you think you've made since the move?" Victoria asked as she tapped her pen on the chair. I hated the drive all the way into Seattle, but Victoria knew my life and was the only one I trusted with the details of it.

"I think it's going better than it could've, to be honest. I thought I could put Bella behind me, but I'm not so certain that she wants to now. I thought I saw a glimmer of hope in her eyes the last time I was around, so I'm not sure if I should give up or not."

Victoria tapped her pen again, this time against her lips. She thought hard before saying anything to me.

"I think you may be deluding yourself into believing that. Has she given you any reason to expect that she still has feelings for you?"

I looked out the window past her fiery red hair, replying, "Yes, actually, the other night she told me that she may or may not still be in love with me. After her father passed away, it has seemed like she's more distant from Jasper and wants to spend more time with me. They got into a huge argument last night; it's almost like she's trying to run away from him."

"I think what you need to do is have a serious conversation with Bella and find out exactly what she wants before you get your hopes up and have them destroyed because you led yourself to believe something that didn't even exist."

I stared for a moment, confused. If Bella had said to me that she still cared, why would I be confused?

"I don't understand. Bella said she cares about me… what difference does it make?"

Victoria sighed. "Edward, I know you want to believe this, and trust me, I think it would be great for the two of you to work things out. However, you have to understand some things first. Bella just went through something traumatic. She lost her rock, her father. I'm sure at this moment she's just looking for familiarity. You are familiar to her. You're a part of her past, when her father was alive."

I nodded. I understood that was a possibility, but I was willing to take my chances.

"Thanks for the advice doc, but I think I would know when Bella is being serious."

She shook her head. "I know, but I've seen this before. It's easier to relate to your past when someone from it is constantly with you. I think she looks to you as a link to those times."

I didn't say anything else the rest of the session while Victoria pled her case about Bella. I knew better, though. I knew when Bella said that she still cared, she meant it.

Hours later, I returned from Seattle and found Bella lying on the couch. She was still in her PJs from the night before, her hair all a mess, and I could tell she had been crying.

"Bella, are you okay?" I asked, sitting next to her.

She looked up at me with puffy red eyes. "I broke up with Jasper." She began to sob, and I put my arm around her to comfort her.

"I'm sorry to hear that," I said as I whispered into her hair. She pulled away.

"I'm very sure you are," she stood up and stormed out of the living room. I glanced down at the couch and sighed. I debated on following her out the door, and against my better judgment, I followed.

She stood at the glass doors leading to the deck. The sun shone through her brownish-red locks, and I smiled. I came up behind her, wrapping my arm around her waist.

"I'm not happy that you're hurting. I know that you cared a lot about Jasper. I'm really truly sorry that you feel bad."

"I know," she whispered. "I'm just not sure if I made the right decision or not." She looked up at me with her soft brown eyes, asking, "Did I do the right thing?"

I looked at her face, questioning her motives. Before I could say anything, her lips met mine with such force that it nearly knocked me backwards. Her tongue tangled with mine, and I pulled her closer to me. She stopped and took a step back, staring at me. I was searching for the words to say, and I couldn't.

"I'm sorry," she said.

"I'm not," I said back and pulled her close to me again. "I'm not going to say that I'm not excited that you still want me, but I have to ask why."

She looked down at her feet, then looked up at me, saying, "You're my comfort zone. You make me feel like me again. I lost that a couple of months ago, and I don't know who I am or where I belong anymore. Edward, I need you to make me feel like myself."

I took a couple of steps back and headed to the sink. I grabbed a glass out of the cabinet, and as it filled with water, I remembered what Victoria had said to me.

I turned to face Bella, who looked so needy, and I had to ask.

"Do you want to be with me because you feel comfortable, or because you still love me?"

She looked away. That was all the answer I needed. I took a sip from the glass, poured it out and headed up to my room.

If Bella truly loved me, she would've answered right away.

Victoria was right, Bella needed to find herself first before she could chose between Jasper and I, and she needed to do it on her own.