AN: This is a story I started for myself, and not as a Twilight-fanfic. I wanted some input though, and I need motivation to publish often, and to write, so I though this would be the ideal place to do that.

Enjoy, and please review.


When I looked down at my books again, I wondered why I even woke up this morning.

Edward had been acting weird all day, and I truly did not know why. Yesterday had been an ordinary day, as it had been a Wednesday like all others.

The difference between yesterday and today was achingly clear though, and Emmett, Edward's best friend, had been sparing me sad and compassionate glances all day. I looked at him, and saw the same emotions, again aimed at me.

I decided that looking in front of me was the best option at this point, but I could still feel them staring. I tried, without avail, to concentrate on what Mrs. Johnson was writing on the whiteboard. I knew it had something to do with Math, but all I saw was Edward's name, being written over and over again.

An electrical current passing through the right side of my body kept reminding me of Edward's presence, and I had to stop myself from turning around. He had been so distant, and it was killing me from the inside out.

Suddenly, a tiny, folded note was pushed underneath my nervously tapping fingers, and a warm hand was put on top of mine to stop the drumming. I gasped, and looked up, straight into Edward's bright, ocean green eyes. They appeared sad.

"Read it," he whispered, forlornly, "please".

I nodded my head just a bit and unfolded the note. There was just one line of text on it, and I read.

'Bella,

we have to talk,

in the parking lot after school.

Edward'

My head whipped up and I gazed at him, but he wasn't looking in my direction. He was looking at Emmett, and seemingly silently communicating with him.

I got a nasty feeling in the pit of my stomach, and Edward's note, combined with his behaviour, made me slightly nauseous.

The bell rang, and as I started packing my stuff, Edward fled the classroom and left me confused. I shook my head as if to clear it from the paranoid, evil thoughts gathering there.

Spanish class was horrible. I couldn't seem to concentrate, as I kept trying to think of reasons why Edward would want to talk to me.

The only thing I could think of was something I didn't even dare to voice, not even in my head.

Something I was deadly afraid of.

I was glad Spanish class was my last class for the day, and as soon as the bell rang, I hurried towards the parking lot. The expense was killing me, and I just needed to know what was going on.

There stood Edward, next to his car, apparently waiting for me, but in the mean time speaking with Emmett.

When they spotted me, Emmett walked away and Edward's expressive face turned into a mask of indifference. I crossed the lot quickly, and standing in front of him, I tried to hold his hand. He subtly angled his body away from me, and I took the hint.

No touching.

Opening the passenger door for me, he told me we were going for a drive.

Sitting next to me, driving, Edward didn't show a sign of knowing I was there. He was looking at the road, the other cars, but never at me.

I knew what was going to happen, his behaviour showed me it was inevitable.

I didn't want to believe it, didn't want to know why, how, and what my reaction would be.

I wanted him to tell me he'd had a bad day, or that it was a joke, but he never changed course. We were driving out of the city, towards the forest.

I was desperately in denial, my mind's last saving grace before accepting it.

I didn't want to accept it.

Through the windshield, I could see the world slowly starting to change. The gray and white buildings became little farms, and they became brownness. The autumn made the forest look less alive, and the little colour there was turned greyer and greyer in my mind.

He parked the car, and walked around the car to open my door. I got out and tried to look in his eyes. The beautiful eyes I usually could drown in had frozen, and it felt like ice, making my own heart cooler.

Edward turned around and started walking. I knew I had to follow him, as we needed to talk, and he knew where he was going.

We didn't walk far into the forest, but all the trees looked alike, and no animal was to be heard.

When we reached a meadow-like open spot, Edward turned around to face me, and seemed to contemplate something.

It scared me.

"Bella," he started, "I brought you here for a reason. I thought we needed to talk in a secluded spot, somewhere quiet." His head was turned to the ground, and he was right. The forest was eerily calm. No animals, no whispering of leafs, no wind howling through the trees.

Nothing.

Nothing but our breathing, and his words as he continued speaking.

"I have tried to think of a good way to tell you this. A way that wouldn't hurt you this much."

He lifted his head.

"Bella, I don't love you anymore."

Every thought running through my head halted. I felt my body slowly go numb, and could mutter but one word.

"Whu… What?"

He looked me straight in my eyes, with the same, frozen ocean of colours, and repeated what he just said.

"I do not love you anymore". He punctuated each word as if I were retarded and unable to understand otherwise.

My heartbeat was racing, and my breath was quickening as my mind was slowly working his words out, but the truth, as I voiced it, ripped my heart.

"You don't love me? You don't want me?" I tried to ask properly, but my hyperventilating breath must have made it hard for him to understand.

My vision was dotted with spots, and my ears were ringing, but I could still hear those words properly, again, and again, and again.

'I don't love you anymore'

"It's the truth," he told me, and I collapsed.

I did not faint, I did not lose conscience, I just fell to the ground.

"Why?", I asked him, without any emotion in my voice. He looked away, into the depths of the forest, and refused to answer my simple question.

"Why?", I asked again, louder this time.

"I'm going to take you home." He told me, and grabbed my arms roughly to make me stand.

When we reached his car, I got in quietly and put my head against the car window.

Edward was back to ignoring me.

No sounds were made, just his quiet breathing, my shallow breathing, and the wind blowing around the car.

'Why?'