DISCLAIMER [I'm only gonna say this once!]:

If you recognise it, I don't own it.

[This chapter contains extracts from Eclipse, although I've manipulated & reordered some of them to fit my story.]

Chapter 1:

The corner of her mouth turned up in a wistful half smile. "I used to think of you that way, you know. Like the sun. My own personal sun. You balanced out the clouds nicely for me."

He sighed. "The clouds I can handle. But I can't fight with an eclipse."

She touched his face, laying her hand against his cheek. He exhaled at her touch and closed his eyes. It was very quiet. For a minute she could hear the beating of his heart, slow and even.

"Tell me the worst part for you," he whispered.

How could she deny him anything at this point?

"The worst part is I saw the whole thing - our life. I never had a choice, I always knew nothing would change. Maybe that's why I was fighting against you so hard."

He shook his head, "Thank you for being honest. I'll be good now."

She ducked her head, "I'm sorry, I have to go."

He watched her walk out of his room with an unfathomable expression in his balck eyes.

"Wait for me upstairs," she mumbled when they were in front of her dads house.

He hugged her tightly for a moment and then he was gone. Once inside, she headed straight for the stairs.

"Bella?" her dad called after her from his usual place on the sofa as she walked by.

She turned to look at him, nodding to convey that Jacob was fine before heading once again to the stairs. When she reached her room it was empty, a single note on her desk;

"My Dearest Bella,

Carlisle has called on me for a family meeting, I shall be back before you know it,

Love, Edward."

Dropping the note back onto her desk, she picked up the velvet box holding what was now her engagement ring and lay upon her bed, staring at the ceiling. Her hindsight seemed unbearably clear tonight. She could see every mistake she'd ever made, every bit of harm she'd done, the small things and the big things. Each pained she'd caused Jacob, each wound she'd given Edward, stacked into neat piles that she could not ignore or deny. And suddenly, looking at that blue velvet ring box everything snapped into place. Why she could never choose either man for her own.

She loved them both but was in love with neither.