Hello, I hate long A/N so I'm going to cut it short.

Twilight is not mine.

Short enough?

"Your my everything, Bella..."

We're laying under the large apple tree in my back yard. My head on his legs and his fingers playing in my hair. I don't have to look up to see the far away look in his eyes. My arms tighten around his thighs while I desperately try to keep the inner turmoil at bay.

"Your my life...my Soul."

"Stop," I wan't to yell.

I want to scream the same things back.

I want to tell him that he's the reason I breathe.

The reason I wake in the morning.

I don't say anything. Instead I bite out the reply that threatens to spill out.

It hurts when I breath.

Sometimes I don't want to wake up.

Why does it have to be like this?

It hurts so much!

You hurt me so much!

We stay like this until we hear the gravel crunching in his driveway. His ride home is here and it time for goodbye. We both stand. His chin on my head, arms locked tight around my back.

Mine are wrapped tighter.

Fist clinch at the grey fabric as I push my face deeper into his stomach. A sob rips out of my throat and warm tears soak into his clothed stomach. His fingers dig in to my back tighter, pulling me closer. It's almost painful, or it would have been had it not been covered by the pain of my breaking heart. My lips move over his stomach. The words I love you whispered in a hot breath, drying the liquid that hasn't stopped spilling from my eyes.

He says his words out loud.

"Love you...love You so much."

"Gonna miss you... miss? Your smile.. Your eyes."

His throat closes and his voice breaks in between his babbling.

Emmett stands to the side, hands shoved in his pockets, feet shuffling. He hasn't said anything yet, but I know that we're cutting it close. They will be late if they stay any longer. As usual its me that pulls away first. My eyes meet Edwards and there pleading.

Just go.

Don't make it hard.

Please don't do anything stupid.

For me.

For you.

For us.

Just go.

His fist clench and arms tremble. His body tense as he turns to leave.

My hands grab at his arm.

He turns, his eyes are cold, so cold.

"Please," I beg, tears still running down my face, nose running, chin quivering.

If anything my begging only makes him madder. He turns away this time and I don't try to stop him. I watch as he walks past Emmett, past the fence that separates our house. He never stops ,but slows long enough to point an angry finger at the woman standing on the porch. I can't see it from here, but the look he gives her is one that I've seen many times.

Hate.

Anger.

Pain.

Resentment.

When the car door slams shut I turn to Emmett. He wears a look of pity, but doesn't say anything. He nods then squeezes my shoulder before walking off. His head remains down ignoring the copper headed woman standing in her spot as he joins Edward. I remain standing, watching as they drive away. I don't miss the word's mouthed as they drive off.

Movement wakes me from my staring as a woman moves to enter back inside. She isn't quick enough to escape my glare.

It isn't until a screen door slams shut that I say my reply. It isn't mouthed, but agreed out loud.

"Forever!"

Should I stay or should I go?

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