“What?” They echoed together. I held my hand up to stop them.

“Please, stop. I’m not who you think I am. I’m not Bella Swan.” I continued to stare down at my feet, tapping an upbeat tempo. The mumbling of questions from before ceased as the words spilled from my mouth.

“What are you talking about? Of course you’re Bella. You’re our Bella.” Emmett laughed confused, as he reached out his hand to hold mine. My reaction to his gesture coursed more confusion and tension in the room as I jumped up and edged around the couche, keeping a short distance between me and the door in case I needed a quick escape.

“Stop it, please. I’ve been lying to you all.” I choked. I gazed a fearful look up to see the reactions staring back at me. Most was uncertainty and misunderstanding, but then a certain pixie faced creature that I had come to know and love stood up, with love and fear in her eyes and pulled me into an embrace. I tried to resist, but she was a hard vampire to resist; much like her brother. I pushed myself as far and humanly possible against her marble chest.

“Bella,” She whispered into my ear, in between attempting to calm my hysterical tears and shrieking. “Bella, you can tell us anything. We love you, no matter who you are, or what you have done. Please, we hate seeing you like this.”

“You are all going to hate me for keeping this from you; from keeping the real me from you.” I risked a look up to my fiancé and a voice in the back of my head forced me to proceed with the next move. I shakily walked over to Edward, his arms automatically opened to greet me, but I stopped a few feet away from him. My hands found my neck, unclipping the simple silver chain’s clasp and letting it fall helplessly into my hands. I could hear mumbling behind me, but this had to be done. I reached forward and tangled my hand in his. His hand caressed my cheek, compelling my eyes to meet his. Using my hand against me, he pulled me into his waiting arms. I tried to stand firm but it was no use. I wanted to be in his arms. But the necklace caught between our hands pulled me back to reality. The necklace in which I had had my engagement ring on until we were ready to tell people. I leant back to see his face and reached up and kissed his lips like we had done so many times before; with timeless passion. Placing my feet on the floor again, I untangled our hands, leaving the necklace in his, and again stretched up, placing my lips to his ear.