Young Writers Society

'What's with the facial hair?' Edward with facial hair? Thats an interesting visual image! I laughed, my old self bubbling back to the surface.

'Have to look older, Bella. I am thirty, after all,' Don't the Cullens just try looking a certain age for a certain amount of time and then relocate? he smirked, his face lifting into that breathtaking crooked smile that sent my heart into overdrive once more. Its cool how she would still be like this despite all of the years.

I ran to him and hugged him, even though I was hurt and angry Can you think of more descriptive words instead of hurt and angry? that he had left me. All was forgiven in that one short moment but Edward took a step back and held his breath.

'Sorry, Bella, I haven't been around you for so long. Your scent is...overwhelming.'

'Oh, sorry,' I mumbled, backing away. He smiled at me from across the room and then sat himself down in Mike's chair.

'I came back for you Bella, a few months after I left but Charlie said you were away on holidays, enjoying yourself in England. I went looking for you there but I couldn't find you. I went back to talk to Charlie and he sent me off on a wild goose chase. You have no idea how hard it is to track you. Then I heard that you had married Newton and I was sure that you had moved on. I was devastated but glad that you had forgotten me and found yourself a nice, human husband. Then when you had your daughter, I knew about it. I missed you so much but I thought it was better for you to be safe,' he told me.

Would I have married him?
Probably
Would I have become a vampire?
Maybe.
Did I still love him?
Definitely.