Here is my new story idea. I haven't stopped writing Eternal Moon but this idea came to me and I found I suddenly had to put it down. Please let me know if you think it's worth continuing in your reviews as this is a complete departure from what I usually write when writing Twilight Fanfiction. It's completely third person POV and all human.

All Twilight characters belong to Stephenie Meyer.

I Believe in You

You don't remember me, but I remember you
I lie awake and try so hard not to think of you
But who can decide what they dream, and dream I do.

I believe in you
I'll give up everything just to find you
I have to be with you
To live, to breathe
You're taking over me

Have you forgotten all I know and all we had
You saw me mourning my love for you and touched my hand
I knew you loved me then

I believe in you
I'll give up everthing just to find you
I have to be with you
To live, to breathe
You're taking over me

I look in the mirror and see your face
If I look deep enough
So many things inside that just like you
Are taking over

I believe in you
I'll give up everything just to find you
I have to be with you
To live, to breathe
You're taking over me

Evanescence

"Who is she?"

"She is everything."

The soul and heart remember what the mind has forgotten.

Edward Cullen and Jasper Hale's Upper East Side Penthouse New York City, Present Day

The doctors had said the memory loss was common and most likely only temporary. It had been 6 months since he had been home, 8 months since he had woken up from the coma that had taken 2 months from his life. He didn't remember the explosion that threw him in the air causing him to have severe head trauma, he didn't even remember the entire month preceding the incident. He was one of the lucky ones that day. All of his friends had perished in the blast. His last recollection from before he had awoken in the VA hospital bed was putting on civilian clothes to go out to have a few well deserved beers with his buddies at a local bar in Baghdad that catered to American soldiers.

Physically, he was much improved. He had worked hard at the physical therapy for months and was finally back in the condition he had been in as a soldier. Only Edward Cullen knew that despite the improvement of his body, his mind had not followed. At the beginning he pushed himself daily to remember, knowing instinctively there was something very important that he had forgotten. His doctors even his family cautioned him not to push so hard, that the memories would come back in their own time. All the effects from his former life as a US soldier were stored in one box in the back of his closet at his brother's insistence. He would open it when he was ready. But Edward knew that until he remembered he would never be at peace.

The dreams in the beginning were the worst. He felt like he was grasping for something he could never reach. Constantly running towards something or someone that was ever elusive.

"Edward…Edward wake up, man." Edward felt someone shaking his shoulder. Opening his eyes he saw his adopted brother, Jasper leaning over him with a worried expression on his face.

"Was I dreaming again?" He asked, his voice hoarse from sleep.

"Yeah. You were screaming about bells again. You haven't had that dream in awhile."

So what triggered it now? His family members had told him when he first awakened from the coma he would cry out in his sleep. One word. Bell. Most of the time it would sound like "Bell" followed by an "aahh". He was never able to make sense of it and wasn't sure if he ever would. There were never any bells in his dreams or any sound of them.

"Sorry. I didn't mean to wake you up." Edward told him scrubbing the sleep from his face.

"No worries. I was heading out anyway. Alice can't go out tonight so I am spending the day with her instead."

Edward sat up straighter at this tidbit of news. "Really?" he asked curiously. "This is the third date. Sounds serious."

Jasper grinned at him. "What can I say? Something about her calls to me. You know you should join the living once in awhile…you might like it." He paused, thinking. "You know Alice has a roommate." At this Edward groaned. "I'm just saying."

He really had no desire to meet anybody. He couldn't explain why.

"You do remember the last time you tried to set me up, don't you?" If Jasper didn't, he sure did. It was two months ago and it was a total disaster. The girl, Tanya, was very forward and couldn't keep her hands off him, constantly touching him in ways that were all together inappropriate for a first date. Not that he was a prude but it completely turned him off. There was also a niggling feeling in the back of his head that she wasn't right. She wasn't the one.

"I haven't met the roommate yet but from what Alice tells me she doesn't go out much either. Maybe the two of you can not go out together."

"No thanks." Edward grumbled. He really wished Jasper would stop making these futile attempts to set him up.

"Well, you can't say I didn't try." Jasper shrugged. In truth Jasper feared for his brother. He wasn't the same since he came home. Granted he had been through hell and back but all Edward did was immerse himself in the security consulting business that he, Edward and their other brother Emmett started up.

"Just go meet Alice." Edward told him. 'I'll see you later."

It was 11:30 am that day when Edward found himself on the observation deck of the Empire State Building. It was funny he thought. Being a native New Yorker, he had never been here before. It was a tourist trap that he always avoided before. But something compelled him to be here. He noted the date, September 13, on the daily paper as he was drinking his morning coffee and time stopped. Somehow knew he had to be here on this particular date at this particular time. He didn't know why. He only knew that it was vitally important.

Edward maneuvered through the sea of tourists that were taking pictures from every available open space. He didn't even know what or who he was looking for. Finally he just stopped as people pushed past him, waiting for some recognition of why he should be there.

Camp Victory, Baghdad, Iraq, August, one year ago

It was her scent that captivated him first. A warm breeze the scent of freesia and vanilla wafted over him as he sat in the local Iraqi dive bar with his fellow soldiers. He only knew that it was freesia because his mother, Esme's hobby was botany. Edward turned to look for where the intoxicating scent was coming from and saw her.

She sat by herself nursing a glass of wine and typing on a laptop computer. He had never seen her before but was instantly entranced. Her mahogany hair was swept up in a messy ponytail, some tendrils escaping the scrunchy to frame her face. He only saw her profile. Her skin luminous and pale, her expression contemplative. Edward felt like he had been punched in the gut. The buzz of conversation and laughter around him dimmed until he could hear only his heart pounding furiously in his chest. Nothing else existed…it was just her. He didn't know what was happening but suddenly he knew that his whole center of gravity revolved around her.

"Edward!" A voice called to him shaking him from his reverie.

"Hmm, what?" he asked annoyed that he had to take his attention from her.

"Hey, where did you go? We've been trying to get your attention for 5 minutes now." His friend Cody said.

"Who is that?" Edward asked him pointing at the girl.

"Oh, her. That's Isabella Swan…excuse me Bella Swan. She'll correct you if you call her Isabella."

Bella. His internal voice sighed as if her name belonged on his lips, in his heart.

"She's not a soldier is she?" Edward was suddenly horrified at the concept of this beautiful creature engaged in combat.

"Her? Nah. She's a reporter with the AP Newswire. Just got here yesterday." His other friend Joe replied.

James, another soldier at the table, one he never liked suddenly snickered. "Don't think you're getting in her pants. I already tried. I think she's frigid or maybe she plays for the other team if you know what I mean"

Edward resisted the urge to pummel him to the ground. "Maybe you're just an asshole." He muttered under his breath. "Excuse me." Edward pushed his chair back letting it scrape along the floor as he got up and walked over to the table where the girl, Bella, sat.

Bella took another sip of the horrible wine and grimaced. Truly what did she expect in a place like this. The stuff couldn't even qualify as mediocre. She should have opted for a cold beer, at least she hoped it would be cold. Who knew in a place like this hell hole? She didn't dare drink the water. She barely even wanted to wash her hair with it.

I should be used to this by now, she thought. Her career as an Associated Press reporter always brought her to these Godforsaken war ravaged places. It was a challenge in the beginning. She used to get a high from traveling around from one story to another but lately it all became tedious. She was almost 28. It was time to settle down in one place. Perhaps when this job was over she would get a job with one of the New York papers that had been hounding her to work for them. She could take her best friend, Ali up on her offer and move in with her. All in all it wasn't a bad plan. She made a mental note to start making phone calls before she got back to New York.

She heard someone clear his throat next to her. Annoyed that some soldier was probably going to hit on her…again she didn't bother looking up. Maybe if she ignored him, he would go away.

"You know you could seriously hurt your eyes concentrating so hard on that screen." His voice was pure sinuous velvet and flowed through her like a caress. She couldn't help but look up to see who the voice belonged to. She wasn't disappointed. He was tall, lean and muscular with bronze hair and the most intense green eyes she had ever seen on another human being and he was smiling. At her.

"May I?" He asked pointing at the other chair at her table signaling that he was asking if he could sit with her.

Mutely she nodded. Don't be such a dork Bella. She scolded herself. Say something. "Uh, sure." Oh that was brilliant. Way to go Swan, she thought.

He did sit down, never taking his eyes off of her. Why was that?

"Do I have a smudge of desert on my face?" she asked reaching into her purse for a compact mirror sure that there could be no other reason for him to stare at her so intently.

He laughed then and shook his head. 'No, there is nothing on your face."

"Oh…so why are you staring at me like that?"

Because I am looking at the woman I am going to spend the rest of my life with, the thought came unbidden into his head. There was no way he could tell her that. He shrugged. It was safer not to answer the question. He wasn't about to scare her off.

"You're Bella?" He said instead.

She was confused. How did he know her name and not just her name but her nickname. "How did you…?"

"Know that you like to be called Bella?" He shrugged again and took a swallow of beer. "The base is like a small town. Word gets around."

"Oh."

"Please allow me to introduce myself. I'm Edward…Edward Cullen." He held out his hand to her.

She placed her hand in his and was momentarily stunned by the shock of electric heat that hummed through her. "Well Edward Edward Cullen. It's nice to meet you." She said when she could finally find her voice.

Edward didn't shake her hand as she thought he was going to do. Instead he kissed the back of her hand while simultaneously caressing the inside of her palm with his thumb. She nearly gasped at the sensation and looked at him watching his green eyes darken.

He felt it too, this electric touch. It coursed through his veins and he knew that nothing that happened before this very moment mattered. It was just him and her.

Bella Swan's and Alice Braden's Soho Loft, New York City, Present Day

"Happy Birthday Bella!" Alice shouted jumping on Bella's bed with the enthusiasm of a five year old. Bella moaned opening one eye, the other side of her face concealed by her pillow.

"Go away, Alice."

"Not a chance Belly-boo. You need to open up your present before I meet Jasper."

Bella sat up rubbing the sleep from her eyes. "I thought we agreed no presents. "

"No. You said no presents. I, however, did not agree to anything." Alice shoved the gift wrapped box on her hand. "Come on, open it." She said excitedly.

"You always have to get your way don't you?" Bella grumbled carefully untying the massive pink bow on the box. She hated presents or any display of attention.

"Yes, so why fight it?"

Bella pulled from the box a black one shoulder dress. It was simple but elegant. "It's beautiful Alice." She said honestly. And it was. The luxurious silk was smooth as sin beneath her fingers.

"I'm glad you like it. It's from my new line. You'll be the first one ever to wear it…tonight."

"Oh, Alice…you know I may have other plans tonight." Bella hoped she would. They had promised each other a year ago to meet this very day at noon at the Empire State Building just like in the movie "An Affair to Remember". No matter what the other was doing they promised to drop everything and meet at that spot. He said he would have a very important question to ask her. Her entire being was filled with anticipation of this date from the time the words were first spoken and now it was finally here. She wondered worriedly of he would keep his promise like she intended to.

"Are you still hoping on that Edward fellow showing up? I know you seem so certain but sweetie, I don't want you to get your heartbroken." Alice was concerned. For nearly a year since her best friend came to live with her, Bella had been clinging to the hope that the mysterious Edward Cullen would show up just like a scene out of the movies. She had virtually no social life no matter how many men asked her out all because of one soldier she knew for only a month.

"He'll be there." Bella replied though uncertainty rang in her mind. What if he didn't show? What if he realized he made a mistake? After all she never understood why he was drawn to her in the first place. He was too beautiful to look at and she was just plain Bella. There was nothing about her that could hold him.

"If you say so. But we're still going out tonight. If he has waited this long for you, he can wait a little longer."

"So another date with the infamous Jazz again?" Bella said wanting to change the subject. Judging by her friend's wistful expression, it worked.

"Yes. I don't know what it is about him but I am hooked. As soon as I saw him, I knew."

Bella knew the feeling all too well. "Well, don't keep the poor guy waiting. Go. I'll see you later."

Alice didn't need any more nudging. "Okay. Love you." She said getting up and running towards the door.

"Thanks for the dress." Bella called out to her but Alice was already gone leaving Bella alone with her thoughts.

She remembered reading about the explosion near the base soon after she left to go home. For days she searched through the roster of the soldiers that were declared dead fervently praying that he wasn't among them. So many of them she knew, had gotten close to in the month she was there. She cried for the loss of their lives and she cried from joy because Edward's name was not one of the soldiers that had fallen that day. Because of the stringent HIPAA laws, no matter how hard she tried she was unable to find out if he was among the injured. Bella felt like she had contacted every overseas and national VA hospital to see if an Edward Cullen was listed as a patient. Even her reporter's credentials could get her any information. She had to believe he was alright. And he would come for her as he promised.

Camp Victory, Baghdad, Iraq, August, one year ago

"So what made you decide to enlist?" Bella asked Edward curiously taking another sip of her wine.

"Are you using your reporter's wiles on me, Ms. Swan?" He asked her with a lopsided smile on his face.

"No. I really am curious." She said, her finger tracing circles on the rim of her glass.

"Okay, I'll answer your questions if you answer mine." Edward felt the need to know everything about her. He barely knew her yet deep down he felt his soul always knew that she was his.

"Deal. You first."

He laughed. "It's not really interesting but I'll tell you anyway." He wanted to give her some flip answer but he knew she wouldn't accept that and he found himself wanting to tell her the truth. He wanted her to know him just as he wanted to know her. "I had graduated from Dartmouth and found I really had no direction, no concept of what I wanted to do with my life. My father would have like for me to join him in the medical field but I couldn't see myself as a doctor. I couldn't see myself as anything really. This is going to sound like complete boastfulness on my part and I assure you it's not" he chuckled " But everything just came so easily for me, schoolwork, music, finances, etcetera. I lacked challenge in my life so on complete impulse one day, I joined the army…much to my parent's horror "

"I'll bet." Bella responded sardonically. "I doubt being deployed to Iraq lacks challenge."

"That's certainly true. Now it's my turn."

"Your turn?"

"To ask you a question." He took her hand in his. He couldn't help it. He needed to touch her, to have some sort of physical contact again. To see if the electric currents were still there. They were, stronger than ever. "What's your favorite color?"

Out of all the questions he could have asked her, Bella certainly wasn't expecting that one. "Green" she said automatically.

"Green, hmmm. And why is that?"

"It's the color of your eyes." She said and covered her mouth with her free hand, her eyes widening in surprise. "Did I just say that out loud?"

Edward threw his head back and laughed causing everyone in the bar to turn around and look at them. Bella's face turned red. He stopped laughing and looked at her intently.

"You are beautiful when you blush." He told her seriously. "Don't think me too forward but I think I have to kiss you now." He leaned over to her and gently placed his lips on hers. She didn't react at first, she was too surprised but when his mouth fitted around hers coaxing a response, she couldn't help the soft moan that escaped and she found herself giving herself up to the kiss. It was chaste by most standards but the meaning behind the kiss went deeper than anything she had ever experienced. He pulled back, his eyes dark with passion and smiled. Bella was dazzled.

"Your turn?" he whispered.

My turn? What was he talking about? Bella thought unable to think straight. She looked at him with furrowed brows.

"To ask a question." He prompted. "It's your turn."

And so they had continued like that for hours learning each other; question by question, answer by answer and kiss by kiss. To both of them, it was the most magical night either of them ever had.

Bella Swan's and Alice Braden's Soho Loft, New York City, Present Day

After taking a shower, Bella tore through her closet undecided on what she was going to wear. What did one wear to see the love of your life whom you hadn't seen in a year? Nothing too dressy. It was only the Empire State Building after all, not Cipriani's. She finally decided on a blue camisole and tight blue jeans. Alice would probably have a heart attack at what she was wearing and would have insisted on something sexier, one of her own creations no doubt but Bella wasn't even sure he would show up. It was best not to look to obvious. In her pocket, Bella placed her half of the picture they had taken together. The half that held the image of Edward. He had kept the half of her image and sworn to each other when they met up again, they would put the two pieces back together, never to separate again.

She took the subway up to 34th street. It was 11:30 when she ran into the elevator ascending up to the observation deck, to her destiny. Her height of lack thereof was a definite disadvantage in trying to see over the amount of tourists in her way. Her eyes wandered over everyone as she walked through the crowd. Was he here? Did he show up as promised? Then her breath caught and held as she saw him. His back was turned to her but she would know him anywhere.

"Edward!" She called out desperately wanting him to hear her over the noise as she ran over to him taking the picture from her pocket.

Edward turned around when he heard his name being called. He saw a beautiful girl with mahogany hair running towards him. She looked elated to see him and he was immediately disappointed that he didn't know her. Something stirred in him as he caught a scent of freesia and vanilla and he didn't quite understand it.

Perhaps she was a key he thought suddenly excited. The key to help him remember the month of his life that was missing. Even as he thought it, he knew it was impossible. What would she have been doing in Iraq?

He looked excited to see her she thought as she finally caught up to him.

"Edward." Bella said smiling trying to catch her breath. His expression went from excited to one of confusion as his brows furrowed.

"I'm sorry…do I know you?" He really hoped he did and if he didn't, he felt like he needed to know her.

Bella's face, which up to that point showed nothing but pure unaldurated joy was now etched in deep sorrow, her eyes welling with tears threatening to spill.

She shook her head. "No. Not anymore." She turned dropping the picture and ran off holding in the sobs that threatened to burst forth."

Edward looked down at what the beautiful girl had dropped and picked it up.

"Miss…you dropped some…" His voice trailed off as he realized she was already gone. Turning over the paper, he gasped. It was a picture or rather half of one. The picture was of him in his army uniform. He was looking down adoringly at someone that was not in the photograph. A sense of overwhelming sadness came over him that threatened to bring him to his knees. Why couldn't he remember?