Edward's pov:

I was coming back. It was impossible to stay away. I had spent nine months in pure agony.

It felt like when I had left her a part of me had stayed there, with…Bella. After all this time it still hurt to even think her name. There was a hole inside of me, and with every hour that I spent with out her it itched and burned with a fury I couldn't have thought possible.

And I had had enough, I wasn't going to try to stay away from her anymore, I didn't care if it killed us both, I needed to be with her.

I didn't live with my family anymore, I didn't deserve to be with them, I was depressed, starving myself, and had lost all sense of hygiene, I was living scum.

But I wasn't now, not anymore. I had cleaned myself up, there was no need to shave, my hair didn't grow. But I had showered, and had changed clothes for the first time sense I had left Bella.

And now I was on a plane heading to Port Angeles. Alice was the only one who was in on my plan to earn Bella back, her and her stupid visions…

Anyways, I was so happy I was practically jumping in my seat in anticipation.

I had packed for a month worth of clothes and I expected to be shipping the rest over soon, she couldn't have such a grudge as that she wouldn't take me back, could she?

Thoughts like this flew through my head for the remainder of the plane ride and I became so nervous that at one point I wished I was still huddled in a ball on the couch in my apartment in Brazil.

But I couldn't think like that, I had come this far and I wasn't going back now, I would see Bella.

I snapped my head around as I heard the thoughts of the female passenger beside me—even bedraggled and starving as I was she was still telling herself vigorously that I was too young, that I was younger than her son.

Boy was she ever wrong.

I shrugged and looked away from her uneasily; she had given up her internal war and was staring hungrily at me.

My eyes flitted up as I saw the seatbelt sign start to blink and sighed in relief and with a new found joy as the flight attendant announced that we would be landing soon.

As soon as I left the airport doors I was running. I was too impatient to wait for a rental car. I was running faster than I had ever dreamed of, my feet were barely touching the ground, I felt like I was flying.

I closed my eyes and drank in the smells of the deserted forest. I leaned my head back and opened my eyes, at once having to close them again at the reflection of the sun on my skin.

I was here, I was really here and I was going to see her, my glorious, glorious Bella.

I was going to go to her house, I was going to crawl in through her window, and watch her sleep, and be with her in the morning, and every morning to come.

Suddenly a thought went through me that stopped me dead in my tracks.

She would want me to change her—still. I wouldn't say yes, I couldn't possibly take away her soul, it would make me no better than a murder and there was no way that I could ever hurt her so badly.

But what if we got in a fight about it? What if she left me?

I shook my head and shouted in exasperation. It couldn't possibly lead to that, I wouldn't let it. There was no way that I could be separated with her once I was with her once more.

Before I knew what was happening I was at her house, staring eagerly at her bedroom window, the only sanctuary that I would ever have or want.

I took a deep breath and closed my eyes, drinking in this moment, this place were every single happy memory I could think of had token place.

Once again I breathed in deeply and jumped up into her room.

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Still Edward's pov:

Everything was still; the wind was holding its breath. I looked around her room, drinking in her scent.

I looked down, expecting to see her asleep in bed, and was surprised when she wasn't there.

Once again I glanced around her room, this time with confusion, were else would she be at one thirty in the morning?

Hesitantly I climbed in through the window and landed softly on the floor.

I was still for a second, woundering if anyone had heard me, and relaxed when no one came.

I walked over slowly and sat on her bed, drinking in her scent until my head was spinning with the intensity of it.

I stood up, still hesitantly, and opened the door of her bedroom. Cautiously I stepped out into the hallway and pricked my ears up—and grew uneasy as I realized that there was nothing to hear.

Faster, I was scared now, I jogged into the living room and sighed with relief as I saw her, lying oh so beautifully on the couch, her eyes closed. She wasn't asleep though, just resting her eyes.

I hesitated, though only for a second and walked up to the couch.

I looked down at her, oh she look so beautiful and reached out my hand to stroke her hair, just like I used to.

Suddenly her arm snapped out, grabbed my hand and pushed it back down to my side.

Slowly, ever so slowly, she stood up and wrapped her arms around herself.

She was facing the other way though, not looking at me.

I wanted so badly to turn her around, to look into her eyes and tell her that I was back, and that I loved her—the feeling was so strong that I had to clasp my hands so that they would not go and touch her.

I shook my head, surprised at myself, why had I tried to hold myself back? If I was here, shouldn't I be here with her?

I unclasped my hands and wrapped them around her waist. I put my head into her hair and closed my eyes, enjoying the moment.

"Bella." I breathed.

Her body tensed as I tried to turn her around and I let go, surprised.

She sighed and shook her head. Slowly, she turned around and look me straight in the eye.

I recoiled, and staggered back away from her. I felt paralyzed with shock and horror.

"No Bella, No!" I screamed.