Lies of the Soul

Description: What's the difference between platonic love, and romance? What if your soul mate wasn't someone you were naturally attracted to, but the love was so intense that you found yourself wanting to be with that person despite the lack of physical desire?

Edward and Ben grew up together, closer than best friends. They relied on each other for everything and told every secret, or did they? Separated as teens, years later Edward meets Bella and feels a connection to her that he only felt with one other person. What is Bella's link to Ben, and how will Edward react when he finds out?

AH, AU, Canon pairings, M for language & lemons. BxE POVs

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A/N: This is not a slash story, meaning there is no gay sex, and there will be a pregnancy, so if you don't like pregnant Bella, don't read.

Disclaimer: Stephenie Meyer owns all 'Twilight' characters and story lines. No copyright infringement is intended. All settings and characters, etc. are the property of their respective owners.


"Meeting you was fate, becoming your friend was a choice, but falling in love with you I had no control over."


As a kid you don't think about the future, you don't even think about tomorrow, all you care about is where you will go that day and what kind of adventurous trouble you might find. Outwardly my childhood was like any other, full of scraped knees, endless possibilities, and the best friend anyone could ask for. We did absolutely everything together and we were closer than best friends, we were each other's oasis in the shit storm that brewed behind closed doors, and life was good when we were together.

Though we didn't talk about it much, my best friend and I shared a common background of fucked up parentage, so perhaps that was where our bond stemmed from. My mother was a flighty gold digger who slept her way through life, and my overly trusting father was instantly enamored with her. He had just suffered the loss of his wife to cancer, and since both he and my mother each had a young child, he naively thought they could build a new family together, but at that time he didn't realize just how truly disturbed she actually was. They were only together for a few months before my mother got antsy and decided she wanted to move on, so she took my half sister and me still in her stomach, and left my father and his son completely clueless about my existence.

It wasn't until she got into some trouble several years later that she decided to ditch me by sending me to live with the father I had never met, and life with him was definitely an adjustment. It was the first time I had rules and stability, but regardless of the peace my father's home provided, I secretly lived in a constant state of fear fueled by my mother's delusions. Her mental hold on me was so tight that had I not met my best friend that first summer, I wasn't sure if I could have survived it at all.

He lived four houses down, and we had an immediate connection. His mother died when he was three, and his father had since become an abusive alcoholic leaving him to be mostly raised by his emotionally vacant elderly grandmother. There was an innocent neediness about him that allowed me to bury my own issues in order to protect him from his. He gave me a purpose, a reason to wake up in the morning, and I sincerely believed I gave him the same in return. Anytime he was upset or afraid of something, day or night, he would never hesitate to run to my house and climb through the window for an impromptu visit.

We were just a couple of kids who thought we'd be friends forever….but forever was just too long. I never imagined it would end the way that it did, and I knew I'd spend the rest of my life wishing I could take it back.