There he was, after all this time. He was standing right in front of me. It had been at least 4 years since I had seen him, and I was 22 now. The last time I saw him was on August 5, 2007. He made up a story that his family was going hunting and he would be back in a couple days. A load of rubbish if I've ever heard it. That was the last time. He had kissed me goodbye as if it were a normal day, not even caring that we were being separated, that he would break my heart, or that I would try to commit suicide after worrying that he had been killed or even worse, that he didn't love me. I was hyperventilating and I could feel my heart beating a million miles a minute. At the same time, I felt angry, but I know it will go away in a minute.

He was about to walk away, so I started to call his name, so he would see me, so I could see him, so I could hug him, talk to him, scold him, find out about his life post me. "Ed-" I was cut off when he did turn around, and I realized it wasn't even him, just me being hopeful again. I could have sworn he was talking with a vampire. I could have sworn that it was his bronze hair. I could have sworn a million things. This boy was about my age, maybe older, maybe younger. He had dazzling green eyes, tan skin, and a great body. He was beautiful, but he wasn't him. I walked away, disappointed.

But then, in a second, I felt something soft on my shoulder and I wheeled around. It was the boy, who said, "Hey, were you calling my name?"

"No, I, well, yes, but I just thought you were someone else. Sorry."

"Not a problem," he said.

"Okay, well, bye," I replied.

"Wait, do I know you?" he asked.

"No," I said. I would remember him if I knew him. I had never met anyone this beautiful except, well, Edward of course. Along with the rest of the Cullens. After thinking about it, he did seem vaguely familiar but I couldn't think of what it was. He left after saying a quick bye.

I had made it through the mourning stage after Edward left. For the second time, I might add. I tried to go back to Jacob, seeing as I was in love with him, but it turns out he imprinted. Lucky him, I wish I could just find somebody and know in an instant that he's the one. I still had trouble picturing myself with anyone, being intimate, close, and in love with anybody other than Edward. I mean, besides Jacob, but let's face it, that love wasn't nearly as strong as the love I shared with Edward. Edward was my life and soul, and let's face it, he still had my heart. He always would. Despite the fact that I might find someone for myself when I'm thirty something, my heart would always belong with Edward. I had dated a bit, even been in a serious relationship, but I broke it off before it got too serious. I compared everyone to Edward, the way they walked, the way the talked, their jealousy level, their kissing skills, their hair, their hearts. And nobody was ever as good as Edward had been.

When Edward got back from his hunting trip, he was supposed to turn me into a vampire. Yup, that's right, I had been preparing for the biggest event in my life. The day after he got back, we were supposed to get married, and then we would move to Alaska, but instead, he left me. I thought about him everyday. What could have been, would have been. I would have been happy, no, we would have been happy together. We would hunt every day, play baseball with his family, buy outrageous gifts, maybe even go back to high school together. I would have become just as smart as him. We would travel the world, visit Tanya in Alaska, visit secluded beaches, we would have known everything about each other, we would go camping, he would teach me how to play the piano, and I would, well, I don't know, I don't have any cool talents; but best of all, we would just be together, and he could brush his fingers along my cheekbone at any time of the day, and I could kiss his collar bone whenever the urge hit me, and we would make love to each other every night.

Ok, let's face it, I was still mourning him, I thought about him all the time; not a day went by when I didn't picture his face, hear his voice, or just plain not think of him. I was always especially bitter and sad on my birthdays. Every time I turned a year older, the more unlikely I knew it would be for us to be together even if he did come back. I was 5 years older than him. 5 years! He would never know how it is to be able to vote or smoke or drink legally. Not that he would if he could. I mean about the smoking and the drinking. I still dreamt about him at night, and I visited the meadow every time I went back to see Charlie in Forks. I went off to college the summer after he left, just to have something to do with my time. Believe it or not, I went to Dartmouth. I got in, I couldn't believe it. I just graduated. I was living in Manhattan now, working a crap job I really didn't give a damn about. But that was me, just trying to live my life, day by day, trying to forget Edward. You see, once he gets in your brain, it's hard to get him back out.

Oh, I forgot to say, I was in a supermarket when I saw that other boy, the Edward look-a-like, from the back at least. Buying myself some groceries before heading back to work. I finished up my shopping by grabbing a few handfuls of Ramen noodles and headed to the check out line. I saw him again, a few lines over. He did have the same bronze hair as Edward, and he was the same height and build. Of course, a notable difference was that this boy was distinctly human, with his tan skin and a few veins protruding from his forearm. Their faces resembled each other, but of course Edward's was different, seeing as he was a vampire, and no human person could ever look as… as magnificent as him…

"Honey? Honey? You ready to check out?"

"What? Oh, yes," I replied. I hadn't noticed it, but while I was watching the boy curiously, I had moved up to the front of the line and the cashier was waiting for me. I grabbed a few items from my cart and put them onto the black slidey thing, repeating this process a few more times, and all the while staring at the boy.

"He's a looker, 'ain't he?" asked the lady scanning the apples I bought, looking past me at the boy I was staring at.

"What? Oh, uh huh, he's cute I guess," I replied, embarrassed that she had caught me looking. I still couldn't shake off the feeling that I knew him, but I suppose that's because I had just realized how much he looked like Edward.

I grabbed the two plastic bags filled with food that were waiting for me on the other side of the cashier and headed outside. I hurried back to my cramped apartment in the light drizzle, hoping not to get wet. I didn't really like the rain ever since moving away from Forks. You see, it reminded me of him. I finally arrived home, after pushing my way through crowds of wet people with umbrellas. I half ran, half walked up the three flights of stairs and set my bags down in hopes to find my key hidden somewhere within the depths of my large purse. Finally I found them and unlocked the door, picking up my groceries once again. I walked inside, kicking the door lightly shut with my foot.

"Hey, you're back, I thought I was going to have to set out a search team for you!" said Carrie, my roommate.

"Yeah, I got held up at the grocery store and it took me a while to get back here. What time is it? Are we going to be late?" I asked, frantically shoving food into random cabinets and into the fridge.

"Hon, I think it's inevitable that we're going to be late, when are we ever not?"

"Good point, but seriously, what time is it?" I asked.

"5:30," she replied.

"Oh my god, are you serious?" I answered, horrified. I worked for an advertising agency, and they were holding some posh dinner tonight to promote a new client, and I was supposed to be there early to help make sure nothing went wrong. I could see that wasn't about to happen; the dinner started at 6 pm, and I hadn't even taken a shower yet. Forgetting about the rest of the food, I ran to my little bathroom. Once inside, I turned the shower on full heat, slung a towel over the shower's glass door, yanked off my clothes, and jumped in. "Aahh!" I yelped. The shower was still cold. Of course. It only took about a year to become at least lukewarm. Whatever, I would have to take my chances of catching hypothermia. I was not going to lose this job. I rubbed some shampoo into my hair, all the while thinking of the boy who had the same amused crooked smirk as Edward. Even four years later, it made me dizzy to think of Edward smiling at me. I imagined him holding my hand as we walked to lunch together. My thoughts jumped back to the boy. I knew it was crazy, he couldn't be related to Edward! What could he possibly be, a great great nephew who was the spitting image of him? As if. I rubbed some conditioner together in my palms and ran my fingers through my hair. Ok, focus. I needed to think about my upcoming night, not my high school love, my almost husband, my almost… Nevermind. I just needed to rinse the conditioner out of my hair.

A few minutes later, I hopped out of the shower, wrapping a towel around my body, and one around my head to dry my hair. I sat down at the mini vanity/sink area and rubbed lotion onto my legs. When I was finished, I just sat there, gazing out into nothing, thinking about everything. A few minutes later reality came back when I realized I was staring at a fly that had landed near a crack on the crème colored wall. I checked the clock: 5:50! Oh crap. I grabbed the biggest brush out of the coffee mug that held all of my make-up brushes and the still opened jar of powder on the counter. I dipped my brush in the powder and then lightly guided the brush all over my face, doing the same with my bronzer. I grabbed a smaller brush and my rose colored blush. I smiled a fake smile into the mirror and applied the blush onto my cheek bones. I don't even remember the last time a smile found its way onto my face on accident. They were always smiles that showed too much teeth, and if you really looked closely, you could tell that I wasn't really smiling at all. It was more of a grimace, really. I put a tiny bit of eyeliner on, just to make my eyes pop a little bit more, and finished up with some mascara. Wouldn't Alice love to see me now, doing my own make-up and everything! I took the towel off my head and brushed out my hair before racing to my room and grabbing the dress I had picked out weeks ago to wear to the dinner tonight. I had to admit, even I thought I looked okay in it. It was a silky blue dress that cut off just right above my knees and ended in a bubble skirt. You know, one of those dresses where it folds under itself? It was strapless, and it had a thick ribbon around the middle of it, which I tied in a bow and moved a little off to the side. It made me look skinny, and a little bit sexy, I might add. Seeing as it was fall, and a little cool in New York City, I grabbed a long pea coat to where over it, along with tall navy heels that matched the dress perfectly. I was ready to face the world, meet a man, oh yeah, I forgot to do my hair. I ran back to the bathroom and blow dried my hair, making sure the bangs hit weren't too puffy or too flat, and the loose waves hit in the right place. Now, I shoved on my heels and flew down the stairs, grabbing my purse as I left the apartment and yelled a quick bye too my cat. Carrie was downstairs already, hailing a cab to take us to the event.

When we arrived, the dinner had already started. It was 6:30. We found some seats and listened as the speaker finished up whatever he was saying. After that, we were just supposed to mill around, chatting about the weather with people we barely knew, and some we didn't know at all. I'm not going to lie. I hate these types of things. My plan tonight was to throw back a few cocktails, find a handsome, man; heck, he didn't even have to be handsome, just a man, and take him home with me. It seemed like a good plan. Well, until I realized all the men here had to be at least 50, had already dumped their first wives, but still cheated on their second wives with young mistresses. Okay, maybe I was being a bit cynical, but seeing as my love life hadn't gone to plan, I think I deserved to be a bit assuming about these things sometimes. Either that or I was in a particularly bad mood tonight. Oh wait, I thought I saw somebody closer to my age. Yes, oh my gosh, it was the boy from the grocery store. Except he didn't look like a boy. He looked like a very handsome man, neatly dressed in a perfect black tux. I grabbed the nearest glass of champagne, downed it, and walked right over to him.

As I got near him, I started getting nervous. Little butterflies in my stomach. I hadn't felt those in, well, let's just say a really long time. I walked right up to him and just stared. He smelled really good. He was extremely handsome. "Er… hello," he said awkwardly.

Oh shit, I had just walked up to him without saying anything. "Hi, I'm Bella. Bella Swan."

"Nice to meet you. I mean, officially. We didn't really introduce ourselves back at the store. I'm Edward Mason."

Okay guys. Don't be too harsh, but I would love some reviews! This is only my second story, and I haven't written anything in a really long time! Hopefully it wasn't too horrible…