Enjoy and review! Edward and Bella were young and in love, but then Edward leaves without even saying goodbye. Bella tries to move on but can't forget her past, and suddenly he's back to haunt her, two years later...

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I remembered Edward Cullen—I remembered everything. I remember the night we went in his vast backyard, holding each other and watching the stars. I remember when we snuck out of work early so I could meet his family. Edward Cullen was someone you couldn't forget.

Yes, he was dreamy, and so gorgeous I didn't know how on earth he fell for me, but that wasn't what made us fall in love. He understood me without saying a word. He knew all my flaws and loved me all the same. But the most painful part was what I didn't remember.

Stop, I internally snapped at myself, angry for thinking of him again. That was two years ago, and sure as hell he hadn't loved me like I thought he had. I had fell into his trap, I'd been his prey. Why else would he...

Stop! You're such a baby, bringing up the past. Crybaby. I spat at myself, disgusted. If there is anything I hate the most, it's being called a crybaby, or a complainer, or a wimp. I sucked in a deep breath.

It was a rainy day in Forks—oh, big surprise. Charlie was just getting up—I could hear him stomping around his bedroom, probably looking for a pair of halfway decent socks that were in the laundry.

"Bells, do you know where my badge is?" Charlie yelled, referring to his police chief badge.

"You left it on your coat, in the cruiser!" I yelled back. Although it was a small house, and only occupied by my dad and I, yelling was always used to communicate when we weren't face-to-face. My cell phone started vibrating in my pocket. I always forgot to increase the volume since, where I work, cell phones aren't allowed. But Charlie insisted I bring it, and since he's a cop, I listen to him over my boss.

"Bella, Bi—Jacob said there's a wedding being planned this week, so you have to take an earlier shift to help set up. Can you get here in twenty?" It was Jess, my friend who conveniently had the same job as I. Jacob was the manager, the boss—I kept forgetting because until two weeks ago, the hotel had been run by his father, Billy.

"Sure...let me just run it by Ch—my dad and I'll be there in fifteen," I snapped the phone shut, hurriedly dumped my bowl which I'd been planning to fill cereal with in the sink—I'd wash it later—and grabbed a granola bar instead.

"Dad, work calls! I'll be home by supper!" I shouted. He grunted loudly in response so I threw on my work clothes and jumped into my big, toasty red truck. Jess insisted it was "so last season" but neither she nor I nor Charlie had enough money to buy me a new one, which was personally something to be happy about. I loved my truck, and no matter what people said, I wasn't changing. It could be last millennium, for what I cared.

I worked at the Forks Hotel, (very original name, right?) the one and only hotel existing in Forks. It wasn't that big but suitable for large events, such as weddings or over-the-top sweet 16 parties. Jess worked with me, but sometimes we traded shifts (she had afternoon, I had night.) Other times we just worked together, if that's what Jacob told us to do, to plan something like this—a wedding.

Weddings weren't easy to plan. You had to set up a million tables, make sure every arrangement was perfect, every centerpiece even. What was even more annoying was when the guests came, often complaining since they're used to ginormous, expensive hotels and they are stuck with this one. Luckily, I didn't have waitress duty tonight.

I arrived in roughly ten minutes. I parked in the parking lot in the back, pretty much invisible for the guests to see. It was reserved for employees.

"Bella, we have to start in the ballroom—apparently they're going to dance first or something. Then you can set tables and I'll clean dishes and—" Jess, who had met me speedily at the back entrance, was interrupted by Jacob.

From day one he intimidated me. Jacob was huge, over six feet, and had long black hair and piercing eyes. He looked dangerous, in a way, if you didn't know him. I was used to it, but still cowered in his presence from instinct. I think Jess felt the same way, except she actually liked it. I think she had a crush on him, ironically enough. Jess frequently changed crushes as much as people change suppers each night.

"Actually, Bella, I want to speak with you," Jacob said in a low, husky voice. Even though he was younger than me, he was still in charge, and I obeyed. Okay, you're probably questioning my sanity—how could a guy younger than me own a hotel? I think I failed to mention that his father and grandfather and his great-grandfather, et cetera, ran the hotel from way back when and passed the tradition to their offspring. Since Jacob's dad was incapable of handling it anymore, Jacob quit school and now he makes a lot of dough running the hotel.

Jess looked between us and then stalked away, sending invisible envy darts my way. I'd have to deal with her complaints later. Ugh.

"So, Bella, how are things working for you? Do you like the job?" Jacob asked. I almost chuckled but held it in. I had worked here for over two years, so things were going good. Except, I couldn't joke off like that to my boss, since he could fire me in a second, so I put on a straight face and nodded.

"Things are going good, sir. Who's wedding are we holding?"

Jacob didn't seem too happy about the change of subject, but he answered anyway, since it was his job. "Some mega-rich family who are perfectionists. I want everything to be perfect, do you understand me?" Just like that, his friendly face was cold and serious. I nodded.

"Yes, sir,"

"Okay. I just wanted to call you over to, ah, see what you're usual routine is. I'm new, as you know, and my dad didn't explain a lot about managing the hotel's workers, and you seem like a truthful person I can rely on..." Jacob stopped and smiled at me. "I'm making a fool out of myself for ranting, aren't I?"

"No...Sir," I tacked on the formal word at the end to be polite. He thought I was reliable? That was good—it meant I had a smaller chance of getting fired, though it was always possible. Things were getting a little too weird though, me interacting openly with my boss. Normally Billy would bark orders and I'd follow them, simple as that. Now his son was being friendly and in charge...it wasn't something I was used to.

"If you'll excuse me, sir, I have to set the tables. But we could set up a time to discuss my routine, if you'd like," I said.

I didn't mean for Jacob to beam at me like I'd made his day by saying that, but that's what happened. "That would be nice. Coffee in the kitchen, at seven tonight? On me, of course,"

"Um." Was he hinting a date or something? This was way too weird. "Actually, sir, I'm busy tonight. Apologies. Um, what about Jessica? She's reliable and she'd be thrilled to have coffee. With you, I mean. I mean...I'll go ask her," I babbled, sprinting away. Jessica would be thrilled, and it would save me from an awkward conversation with Jacob.

"Hey Jess," I said, slightly out of breath as I met up with her in the ballroom.

"What did you and Jacob talk about?" Jess said, almost sneered.

"Oh, he just wanted to know my schedule, since he's, you know, new here. But I told him you could instead. Tonight at seven, he'll buy you coffee," I told her in rush. Jess's face lit up like a kid's on Christmas day.

"Oh, Bella, really? I mean, you don't mind do you? Like, if you like him, I totally understand," Jessica trailed off.

"Jess, I'm fine. Go for it." I smiled reassuringly at her.

"You're the best! Thank you so much," Jess squealed, hugging me. I patted her back awkwardly and told her we better start getting to work.

"I guess," she glumly agreed. "I'm working on table twenty-four. Wanna come?"

"Sure," I agreed. All I was doing was setting up silver wear and folding napkins, so I didn't need to do tables in chronological order.

Work was good; it kept my mind working so it couldn't wander off.

"Did they make the sign yet?" I asked after half an hour of table-setting in silence.

"For the wedding? No, they're making it fancy," Jess answered. Then she whistled, her flirt whistle, and I groaned. She always whistled when she spotted a new guy. I hope she didn't form a new crush and leave me stuck with Jacob tonight.

"Check out that hottie," Jess said, pointing behind me. I saw an old guy with a way-to-tight tux accompanied by an elderly woman with coiffed hair.

"Not over there, honestly Bella, over there," she swiveled my head so it was looking straight at her guydar's target. Jess has both guydar and an open eye, which help her obsess over someone more than per usual. Sigh. Obsessed was never good—it proved that you were being controlled by whoever...

I stopped to follow Jess's trained finger. There was a guy with his back to me, getting a tour of the room by the lovely Linda, who greeted people at the check-in slash checkout desk. He turned slightly to look at the table arrangements and I caught a glimpse of his face. Oh my god. He was back.

"Edward," I breathed. A hundred memories flooded through my mind before I could stop them. Edward and I watching the first snow fall, hand in hand; Edward playing the piano and I singing for him, since he was the only one I wasn't stage fright of; it was like a dam had been released and I couldn't stop the memories that came back to me. But the most painful was of not remembering the day he left. Because he left me, and he never said goodbye. Weeks, even months after, I was haunted by that thought. He didn't say goodbye. He left me.

And now he was back. I had unconsciously dropped the wine glass I'd been dusting off, and it clanked noisily against the shiny marble floor. Edward turned to find the source of the noise and saw me. And I saw him see me. And he saw me see him see me. His eyes, those beautiful, penetrating green eyes, bore into mine. I searched for some kind of truth, some sort of answer, but found only guilt and surprise. He sure as hell should feel guilty.

"You know him?" Jess asked, oblivious to my frozen state.

Just then, a woman with gorgeous strawberry blond hair wrapped her arm around his waist and gave him a kiss. I heard her use the term 'baby', addressing him, and I couldn't stand there, watching anymore.

"Excuse me, Jessica...I'm going to the restroom," I whispered, ignoring her nosy, quizzical expression, and stalked off, trying to revive what was left of me.

Because I hadn't missed it. I hadn't missed the most important thing that split my world in two. It wasn't the girl's beauty that made my gasp; it was the sparkling diamond ring on her finger.

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