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beautiful soul

Bella has finally realized she is terrified to become a vampire. She is leaving to think over what she really wants her life with Edward to be. Bella does go away, but she finds out a secret about Edward that takes her far from Forks. Can Bella solve the mystery about his past and take away Edward's demons? If so, they could really be truly happy. The first chapter is a bit slow - stick with it - it gets better - I promise! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ THIS IS OFFICIALLY THE LAST CHAPTER. I HAVE ALSO WRITTEN AN EPILOGUE HOW WILL EDWARD REACT WHEN BELLA TELLS HIM ABOUT HER DREAM AND SEEING ELISABETH? THANK YOU TO ALL WHO READ MY STORY - THANK YOU ESPECIALLY FOR YOUR REVIEWS!



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I guided Edward back to the blanket and pulled him down to sit by me under the ancient tree. I positioned myself directly in front of him. He had no idea what was going on. He was completely taken aback by how calm I seemed.

"Edward, after our last conversation on the phone, when I was at the condo, I was very upset." I was hurt you wouldn't open up to me and that you cut me off so harshly. But, then I started to think about you. You had always been so honest about everything having to do with your life, that I knew that whatever was bothering you had to be so bad that you felt you couldn't tell me."

I took both his hands in my own and said, "I was so far away from you and had no idea how to help you. I sat on the beach for hours that day trying to find a solution, and that's when I decided to do something I've haven't done in many years. I decided to pray."

Edward's head shot up. He jerked his hands away and looked at me with narrowed eyes. I couldn't tell if it was skepticism or hurt that I saw there. "Be serious Bella," he said. I had not expected that. I was no longer sure he would believe anything I told him. He had never acted that way to me before.

I looked in his eyes for a moment. I didn't comment on his remark. I took a deep breath and kept talking. "After I prayed, I sat on the beach until it was past dark and I was soaked through with rain. I went to sleep that night planning on flying back to you the next day. I just wanted to get back to you, then something happened."

I paused for a moment to gather my thoughts and said, "Edward, I had a dream that night, and I am going to describe what I saw." I swallowed hard and began.

"First, I saw a beautiful boy holding a little girl with dark curls and she was wearing a white dress. She was bloody and dirty and she was dead."

When I said that, it was as if an explosion went off in Edward. He shot back five feet from me and rocked back on his hands. He was shaking. He choked out the words, "Who told you? I've never told anyone! Somehow Alice. . ." He was glaring at the house. He was standing now and preparing to take out his wrath on Alice when I grabbed his hand as he went by and said quietly, "Edward, Alice told me nothing."

He stared down at me with large eyes. I could feel the tremors in his hand. I pulled him down to me and said, "There's more."

"Next, I saw a man with dark hair and a mustache beating a little boy and saying, "You killed my little girl."

In a flash he stood up again and was backing away from me. He started wandering around in circles. His breath was coming out in ragged gasps. He looked at me like I was someone he hardly knew. I had never seen him behave anywhere close to this.

"Bella, I don't understand what's going on here." He seemed so lost, so confused and so angry. He never wanted me to know anything about this.

I ran and grabbed his shoulders and squared him in front of me.

"Edward, I am going to help you sort this all out. I'm not leaving you no matter what happens this day. I have so much to tell you, but I can't unless you take a deep breath and calm down."

He took his breath, but he was nowhere near calm. He was focusing on me though, which was a start.

"I am going to ask you a question," I said calmly. "Do you remember that the man with the dark hair and mustache is your father?"

He let out a large sigh. "Yes, I have always remembered that he was my father." He closed his eyes and continued, "What haunts me is that he said I killed his. . .It. . would have to. . . to. . . mean. . . that I killed my sis. . . . . ." His lightning fast hands were at his face then he wrapped his arms around his sides. He was backing away from me and tearless sobs were coming from his chest.

I caught up to him and wrapped my arms around his neck and whispered in his ear, "Edward, my love, you didn't kill Annie."

He froze. After a moment he pulled back to stare at me with wide eyes that actually had fear in them. "Did you say Annie?. . . "How could you possibly know about her?. . . . about any of this?"

Calmly, I touched his face again and said, "Edward, In a dream, I saw what has been tormenting you. My dream, vision, whatever it was, I hope, will give you your answers if you will let me tell you everything." I smiled. "My love, I have so much to tell you. I grabbed his hand and brought it to my lips and then to my cheek. Are you ready to hear it?"

He looked at me for a moment and then held me in a tight desperate grip to his chest. His breathing was so fast. I could tell he was torn between wanting to hear what I had to say, and running, far away, ashamed that I knew anything about this. I closed my eyes and held on to him as tightly as I could. His chest was like a hard stone, but he seemed so breakable right now.

"Bella," he whispered, "I ask you this. . . do you promise everything you are telling me is true? You really had a dream about all of this, about my life 80 years ago. No one else has said anything to you? This is all too impossible to believe."

I looked up into his eyes and said, "Edward, I swear I am being completely truthful. I have had just a little more time for it all to sink in, but I am just as amazed as you. As far as I know, you have been torturing yourself privately about all of this and have never confided in anyone."

Edward ran his hands through his hair and over his face again. He looked at the river for a moment and then back at me. Nothing has ever touched me as much as the look I then saw in his eyes. It was the look of trust.

He took a deep breath and shook his head and then he guided me back over to the blanket and pulled me down to sit beside him. "Something tells me I'll need to sit down for this," he said.

And so it began, I prayed this was the beginning of the end of all his demons.

"Edward, that night after I came in from the rain, and had this amazing dream, I saw the images we spoke of, plus some others we can talk about in a moment. When I awoke, I was terrified and in complete wonder of what I saw, and what it all meant. But, there was one thing I was sure of." I held his chin to my face as I said it. "I knew it all was a direct result of my praying about you. It was my answer, and I needed to act on it."

He stared at me with hurt in his eyes and said, "If there is a God, he forgot about me a long, long time ago."

I pulled his face down and kissed him softly, and said, ‘"You can make your own judgments after I tell you everything."

I continued my story, "That morning I made up my mind what I was to do next. I went to Chicago."

His head snapped up and his voice rose. "You went to Chicago?" he fumed.

"Yep." I said.

He set his mouth and looked out at the river. "Bella, going to Chicago. . ." he was shaking his head in frustration. "I have spent countless amounts of time and money trying to solve this mystery. There is no record of Annie anywhere. I have been trying since 1929 to figure this out. The horrible images started coming to me during the 10 years I was away from Carlisle. When I came back to him, I did all I could to stop the. . . scenes from playing in my mind. The neighborhood where I lived was all but killed off with the Influenza, I found no one who could tell me anything. My grandparents had lived in New York City, and were long dead. How could you have possibly figured all this out in a matter of days?"

I nodded my head in agreement, and said, "I spent an entire day running into the same roadblocks you spoke of. I just knew Annie existed, but there was no record of her." I smiled at him again and said, "But, I had one small break. I could see you both very clearly in my dream, and from that, I guessed at your ages. I spent the next day searching archive newspapers for a story about Annie's death. Just before closing, I found the article. It only gave me one clue, but it was a good one. Her name was Annabelle Masen."

Edward's head whirled to look at me. "Annabelle Masen! That's what the article said?"

I smiled and nodded my head. "I went back to the hotel that night happy for what I had found, but I still was lost. I didn't know if she was your sister, or maybe a cousin. . . there was no sister on your family records. I eventually went to bed that night feeling very discouraged."

I positioned myself so I was looking directly into his eyes and said, "Edward, that night something wonderful happened."

He raised his eyebrows and said, "You had more dreams about me or Annie?"

I shook my head and said, "No Edward, your mother came to me."

He blinked his eyes and all the air went out of him, "My mother?" His voice was high and broke when he spoke. It came out sounding like a young boy.

Telling him about this, was too much and the tears started to flow down my cheeks. "Oh Edward, she was beautiful. You look so much like her. Your mother touched my cheek and thanked me for making you so happy, she said she hadn't seen you happy in so long."

"She told me that she knew I loved you a great deal. And Edward, she told me to tell you something."

"Bella, what did she say?" He had taken my hand and was gripping it so tightly.

"Well, I said smiling, "She was holding my hands as tightly as you are, then she looked deep into my eyes with so much intensity and said, "It's never too late to be redeemed, tell Edward his soul is not lost."

Edward let go of my hands and rocked slowly onto his back. He was staring straight up with his arms on his forehead. I could tell his mind was racing trying to process everything he had just heard. "She's knows what has been happening in my life," he whispered. "Redeemed. . . ." he muttered to himself. "She said that to me shortly before I . . ."

"Before you collapsed on the sidewalk after your father's funeral," I finished his thought for him.

His eyes looked into mine, he seemed amazed that I knew this, but his look was far away, remembering things he had long forgotten.

He stayed on his back and stared up through the tree in silence. I couldn't imagine what was going through his mind.

After several minutes of silence, I said, "Before your mother left, she said the name of Sarah Jane Dutton, and then she was gone."

He looked at me, "Who is Sarah Jane Dutton?"

I smiled once more and shook my head. Edward wasn't done with all this quite yet. I moved closer to him and put his head in my lap. With my left hand I ran my fingers through his hair.

I looked down into his face and said, "Sarah is the person who solved the mystery."

Edward's eyes grew wide and he stopped breathing. "Bella, tell me everything." he quickly said.

As I thought about Sarah I began to smile. "Well, Sarah is a 96 year old woman who still lives in Chicago. She knew your mother and father and. . . she adored you."

Edward actually smiled. "She remembers me?" Edward stared out again and said, "Someone actually remembers me from back when I was a. . ." He swallowed hard and didn't finish.

I talked to him gently as I touched his hair and face. "Edward, she has done a lot more than just remember you. She had tears in her eyes when she spoke of you." I told him all of Sarah's memories of him. I recalled all the details of how well he treated Sarah, and what a sweet and kind boy he had always been. He loved hearing everything I told him. As I finished, he swallowed hard and said, "What did she say about Annie?"

I recounted the story about Sarah's mother and then said, "She asked your mother to raise Annie as her own. She really was your little sister. There was no record of her because the grandparents would not allow a legal adoption. Your parents always planned to take care of it later, but she died and then all of you died as well."

Edward looked at me and said, "Tell me how she died, please."

I looked at him lovingly and said, "Edward it was all a sad and horrible accident. You were playing baseball with your friends on a field next to where you lived. You were just a twelve year old boy. Annie really wanted to play the game too, but you told her to leave. Usually, you included her in everything you did, but this time you didn't. She got very upset and ran off the field. She got too close to the road and when she turned around to tell you something, she stumbled off the sidewalk and. . ." I had to stop and take a breath. "She fell into the path of a carriage pulled by four horses. She screamed, and you saw the whole thing."

Edward sat up slowly. He was staring down at the ground. He took a breath. I didn't realize until that moment that he hadn't been breathing through my entire story.

"I didn't kill Annie."

I rubbed his back and said, "No Edward, you didn't."

He brought his knees up and rested his elbows there with his head in hands. His eyes were closed and his breathing was deep in his chest, almost as if he was cleaning out all the torment and horror that had been living there for so many years.

"You know, I said, "If it wasn't for the good person you are, things would have been much worse. Your father did not take her death well, as you remember, but it was you, who through your patience and love brought him back to you and your mother. He began drinking heavily and left. You went and searched for him. I saw you looking for him in a dark alley."

Edward silently nodded.

"You all grieved for Annie, but your father became lost in all his grief. You found him and helped him heal, and made the family whole once again."

Edward looked up and gazed out at the river. "All this time, I thought I had killed Annie. I thought my soul was damned before I ever became a vampire. I thought all of this was my punishment for what I had done to her. I thought I just kept losing my soul a little more everyday."

I came behind him and grabbed him around his middle and put my chin on his shoulder. "I always knew you didn't do it. I went to Chicago to prove you wrong. I know you are not a monster, you never have been. You are my beautiful miracle and my reason for everything."

Edward turned around and grabbed me and held me to him. His hands held my head tight to his chest and I could feel kisses in my hair. I began to hope that there was a chance for us to have real happiness. To live a life where he didn't believe he was a monster and constantly try to push me to leave him. I breathed in his scent and felt his chest go in and out. His breathing eventually took on a calmer rhythm and I looked up at him and smiled.

"Edward, there is one more thing I haven't told you. His shoulders slumped. He playfully rolled onto his back and said, "Oh please, tell me there isn't anything else!"

I laughed and crawled over beside him. He put his head back in my lap again and looked up at me.

"Edward, I told you that Sarah has never forgotten you. There is more to that." I brought his hand up to me and kissed his fingers. "You taught her to play the piano."

Edward's eyes brightened, "I did?"

I nodded my head enthusiastically and said, "Edward, you just won't believe it. . . she has your piano in her house!"

Edward looked stunned. "Bella, you're kidding!"

I was smiling and hugging his hand under my chin. "My love, after Sarah saw the way I reacted when I saw your piano, she offered to play a song for me that you had taught her." Tears started in the corner of my eyes again just picturing that moment. I opened my mouth to speak but I was still too emotional. Edward looked at me and said, "Bella, are you okay?" I swallowed hard and tried again.

"Edward, she played my lullaby."

He sat up and stared at me in amazement. He shook his head and looked down then back up again and said, "After I met you, the music came so easily, from deep inside me." He looked at me with so much love. "I guess it took you to bring it out."

He ran his fingers over my cheek and said, "This is all more than I ever hoped to regain." He shook his head slowly back and forth and said, "Oh, my love."

He touched our foreheads together and said, "I can't believe you went to Chicago and. . . that you went through all this just to help me. How am I so blessed to not only have the love of my life here with me, but to have you do me such a kindness and take care of me and love me. Bella, thank you, so much."

"Edward, I would do anything for you, anything."

He pulled away and looked at me. "It's going to take a while to think through all you've told me."

I looked at him very seriously and said, "The most important part of everything I've told you, is that God has not forgotten you, and you have a soul. A magnificent soul, a beautiful soul."

Very quietly he said, "I will think about that."

"You should always listen to your mother," I said.

He awarded me with my crooked smile.

He kissed my wrist as he lay back down in my lap. He closed his eyes and he looked so peaceful and calm. He turned towards me so that he could put his arm around me. His face was buried in my stomach.

I didn't want to disturb him. I hoped with all my heart that this was the first of many peaceful moments for him, for us. Two weeks ago I left to decide my future. I never dreamed our future could look so bright. I would spend the rest of the world's days loving him. One lifetime wasn't enough.

I started to run my fingers over his back and down his marble arm, through his hair, neck and shoulders. A breeze wafted through the tree and it brought his scent to me. My heart began to beat a little faster and he glanced up at me.

"What were you just thinking about?" He rolled back over on his back.

"I'll never tell," I smiled playfully.

He slowly lifted his face up to mine and his eyes looked hungry, not thirsty.

He put his hand on my neck. I knew my pulse was now racing under my skin. My breath was quickening and I longed to feel his cold lips on mine, as if by command, he pulled me to him.

All the stress of the last few weeks melted away under his touch. This kiss of his was different. So many kisses of the past had a desperation to them, almost daring me to stay. But this one, was love. He lingered on my lips and we moved together in a way he was always afraid to do before. His hand caressed up and down my neck. My hands were on his face and in his hair, but I wasn't wild, and he wasn't afraid that he needed to stop. He slowly pushed me down on my back. He laid beside me and kissed my neck and my jaw. His lips were on mine again slowly kissing me. Each kiss seemed to be a new way for him to tell me he loved me.

When we finally parted, he rubbed our noses together and whispered, "Bella, I love you."

I whispered back, "Oh Edward, I love you so."

He laid his head on my chest and closed his eyes. I wondered if he would still do this when there was no heartbeat there to listen to. I hoped he would.

I turned my head and saw the envelope just within my reach. "Oh gosh, I can't believe I forgot." I said. Edward looked up at me. I smiled and said, "There is just one more thing."

‘You're kidding," he said.

I reached out for the envelope and handed it to him. He raised one perfect eyebrow and sat up and opened it. As soon as he saw the picture all the air went out of him.

"Oh Bella."

He touched the faces of his mother and father. He stared at Annie and himself. He studied the picture intensely for several minutes.

Then he looked at me and asked, "How did you get this?"

"Sarah gave it to me," I answered simply. "I wish you could see her. You would like her very much."

"Bella, I have to tell you. When you left, I was sure that when you had a chance to think clearly you would realize how foolish you were and make the decision that you were leaving me."

"I just kept dreaming that you'd be with me, but I never really thought it would happen. It has always been so much easier to believe the bad."

"Now, in one afternoon so much has changed for me, for us. I can't believe what you did for me. I just can't believe it."

"You know," I said, "This was all a miracle. I had nothing to do with it."

Edward looked at me and said, "If there really is a God, I will start by thanking him for you."

"Does this mean that you will change me?" I asked hopefully.

He sighed a large sigh, "I just want you to progress and change and be everything that you can be." He touched my cheek. "You have so much promise. Like I said before, you are more beautiful now, than you were two weeks ago. Think how beautiful you'll be when you're 25. Or 45. Or 85."

"That was such a lovely thing to say," I whispered.

"By the way," he said. "You said something earlier about me not wanting to change you because your scent would go away." He got a little breathless then he said, "Actually, your scent would be much, much more concentrated. He ran his lips over my forehead and said, "I would be driven mad by it."

I was a little breathless myself as I said, "Just think how great it would be to have all that intoxication and actually be able to do something about it." I stared up at him with what I hoped was an alluring gaze.

Another crooked smile, "Oh believe me, I dream about it all the time."


We'll do it all, everything, on our own.

We don't need anything, or anyone.

If I lay here, if just lay here,

Would you lie with me

And just forget the world.

Forget what we're told,

Before we get too old,

Show me a garden that's bursting into life.

All that I am, all that I ever was,

Is here in your perfect eyes,

They're all I can see.

If I lay here, If I just lay here,

Would you lie with me

And just forget the world.

- Chasing Cars, by Snow Patrol

After our talk under the tree, Edward asked me if I wanted to see the greenhouse. We walked over hand in hand. It was raining slightly when we walked out from the shelter of the tree. Halfway through the yard, there was a large thunder clap and then the rain began to pound. Edward laughed and squinted his eyes to look at me. He began to run (human speed) and pulled me along to the other side of the house to the greenhouse entrance.

Once inside, he ran his hand over my face to clear the water. He hugged me and smelled me. He groaned and said, "Here in the greenhouse, with the heat, and the humidity, you and the rain". . . He just shook his head.

The greenhouse was immense. I had no idea it would be so beautiful. I felt like I was in a tropical rainforest. From the ceiling, there were hundreds of hanging plants with flowers that were every color imaginable growing on them. There were two large rows of flowers about waist high that traveled clear to the far wall. I had no idea that so many different kinds of flowers even existed. In the far left corner there was a gathering of trees. I walked over for a closer look. They were definitely not your average trees.

"Is that a banana tree?" I asked.

Edward laughed. "The delivery man had a pretty strange look on his face when he brought that to the front door."

Edward started to fidget. He seemed nervous. He said, "Let's go farther in past these trees."

As I walked through the trees, I gasped. There were hundreds, maybe thousands of roses. There were varieties I had never seen. I touched their delicate petals and smelled their delicious aroma. It was set up as a round courtyard. You could walk on a path in ever smaller circles until you reached the very center. In the center was a small bench. I walked around and around with Edward following me. The rain was beating on the greenhouse roof.

When we reached the center, I walked to sit on the bench and found a beautiful red rose lying there. I picked it up before sitting down. I brought it to my nose to smell it as I turned to sit and saw something gleaming from the inside of it. Puzzled, I pulled it out. It was a ring.

I'm not talking any ring. . . this was the most beautiful ring I will ever see. It had a very large oval topaz gem in the center, with a row of diamonds surrounding it. As I pulled back from staring at the ring, I saw Edward down on one knee. I gulped.

He grabbed my hand and kissed it and said, "Bella, I have loved you from that first night I came into your room and heard you say my name. Let me love you for the rest of my days and I will protect you and cherish you and keep you close to me always. It doesn't have to be soon, but just say you promise to be mine and I will do all I can to make you as happy as you have made me. Please, Bella, will you marry me?"

I jumped down into his arms and said, "Yes, Edward. I will marry you. A thousand times, yes."

So, we were engaged. I didn't try to hide it from Charlie. I wore the ring proudly. Edward and I let them know that it wouldn't be soon, and that we were both planning on school. We used the tickets that Carlisle and Esme had given me to fly out and let Renee know personally. Let's just say, she was less than thrilled, but she could also see how much we loved each other. The visit was good, she got a chance to know Edward better, and she softened a bit.

Jacob found out from Billy about my engagement. He came to visit me shortly after that one night while Edward was hunting. He must have been watching the house for a chance to see me. He was my best friend and I wanted him to be happy for me, but I knew that was not going to happen. He was hurt, and afraid for me. He was more in control of his emotions than the last time we talked, when he brought the motorcycle. He basically came to say good-bye. We purposely did not discuss me becoming a vampire until he turned to go. I was hugging him and saying how much I needed his friendship when he pulled me back and said, "Whether or not there is a relationship between us is up to you and the decisions you make." He waited for my response. I swallowed hard and looked into his eyes defiantly and he shook his head and said, "I love you Bella" and then he walked away. I would always be thankful to him for saving me when after Edward left, all I could see was despair. Perhaps someday, I would see him smile again.

Edward and I did go to school. From the schools to which I was accepted, we chose one in Oregon that had a good program for what we were interested in, and yes, it rained a lot there. One thing I noticed about college girls, they were much more aggressive about trying to get to Edward. Even with the huge ring on my finger, they were constantly trying to bait him. But, he only had eyes for me.

In February, in our second semester of college, nine months after I had gone to decide my future, Charlie called me at my apartment in Oregon. "Uh Bells, there is a really big crate here with your name on it. It says it's from Chicago."

I had no idea what he was talking about. "Dad, is there a letter or something attached to it?"

There was a pause on the line and then, "There are two letters. The first is from a woman named Sarah Dutton." I sucked a large amount of air. "Keep reading Dad." I said.

Charlie read on. "Dear Isabella, I enjoyed our visit so much. You are a lovely young lady, and I hope your paper turned out well. I should probably ask first, but in the event of my death, I am giving you Edward's piano. I was so touched by how much it meant to you. Shortly after your visit, I became quite ill and I have not been able to play, I suspect that the song I played for you will be the last I play on it. Take care of it, and my hope is that you will keep my memories of Edward alive. Love, Sarah."

Tears were streaming down my face. Charlie read the other letter for me. It was from Sarah's oldest daughter informing me that Sarah passed away in January. Nine more months and Edward's mystery would have been forever unsolved.

I could hardly speak, except to say, "Dad, keep those letters safe for me until Edward and I come next weekend. And Dad, do you have anyplace you can store a piano?"

Edward let me choose the date we would be married. I already knew the day before he asked me. September 16th. When he questioned why I wanted that day, I said. "Because that was the day you said good-bye and left me. On that day, you promised me that you would leave and never return, and that it would be as if you never existed. I want to change that day to the happiest of my life and hear you promise me forever."

So, two years to the day of Edward leaving me, we were married. Yes, I said two years. My nineteenth birthday came and went and with Edward beside me, and this beautiful ring on my finger, I wasn't even anxious about it. Edward really wanted to see me turn twenty years old. He would never be able to, and how could I deny him what he wanted? It felt so right. All Edward could say was how my beauty now was far beyond what I had at seventeen.

Our wedding day was perfect. We had talked about being married at the meadow, but we decided against it. That place was almost sacred for us and we didn't want to share it with anybody. That was the place where I touched him for the first time, and where he first placed his hand on my neck. Where he first heard my heartbeat. It was where we declared our love for the first time.

We decided to be married in the Cullens backyard, Yes, under the ancient tree. It was just his family and mine. I'll never forget seeing him there in that tuxedo looking at me with so much love, promising to be mine forever.

Edward surprised me with a wedding gift of a house. That's right, a house. He told me it was about a mile from where the Cullens lived. He said it was quite a bit smaller, than the Cullens house, but beautiful and private, which is what we really wanted. He told me we could visit our families daily if we wanted, but we would also have our own space.

I surprised him with his piano. He couldn't believe it when he saw it. He said he knew just the right spot for it in our new home.

We said our good-byes to our family. We loved them so much. I hoped my parents would always be in my life one way or another. I hugged them both so tightly and told them how much I loved them. I would make my dreams come true, that's what I'd decided on that beach almost a and half year ago.

We had been telling my parents we were taking some time off from school to travel. We probably would be traveling eventually, but very soon Edward would change me. He wanted me to have time to adjust, and not have any pressures or worries from anything else. This story has basically been my journal. Edward asked me to write down everything I remembered from our first sight until now. These would be my human memories, and he didn't want me to forget a thing.

We drove to the house. It was lovely. Very secluded and much bigger than Edward had described. In a swift motion he was at my door and reaching for my hand. He pulled me out and began to carry me. I looked up into his face. There was a calmness there now, and a look of hope and love. I was so humbled that such a beautiful angel could ever love me.

As we got to the front door he looked at me and said, "Are you ready Mrs. Cullen?"

I touched his cheek and looked into his eyes. "I am ready to begin forever."

With more passion than I thought he could communicate through those lovely topaz eyes, he carried me through the doorway. He shut the door, and shut out the world.