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A/N: This is a story set at the end of New Moon when Edward comes back. A few things are different though: 1) Jacob doesn't exist in her life.(sorry team jacob), 2)Bella lives on her own. I don't know, let's just pretend it's legal. 3)Charlie and Renee are still together and live in Phoenix. 4)Bella chose to come to Forks (you can make up your own reason why). 5) Bella is very well off. She got a large inheritance from her grandmother, so she is able to afford the nice things she has. (Most pics on profile)

Twilight belongs to Stephenie Meyer. I'm just someone who read it and is now an obsessed fangirl of Edward Cullen.

"Isabella Marie Swan, if you think for one second that I will damn-"

"God, Edward! How many times do we have to have this argument before you finally realize that you won't be damning me for eternity!," I cut him off.

Here we were, in my room, once again arguing over what else? My soul. My freakin' soul. This was probably the fifth time within the past three days that the subject came up. Every time it was the same exact thing. And I was getting absolutely sick of it.

"Edward, how can I make you see that you not only have a soul, but a beautiful one at that," I questioned, wondering how someone with such perfect vision could be so blind.

"Bella, how many times do I have to tell you that this life is not one to wish for? It's a life of solitary misery. I can't do that to you," he said, his voice filled with something that sounded like a close cousin of sadness. His eyes- his beautiful, golden eyes- held 108 years of regret within their depths.

"So, your entire existence has held nothing but misery?"

"Exactly."

"It's still like that?" , confusion and realization clouding my question.

"Yes."

This struck something within me. Suddenly I couldn't help but let the hurt creep into my voice at this one, simple word.

"So, what you're saying is, you are still miserable?"

"Yes."

That's when my vision blurred. The tears I had learned to restrain during all of our other arguments came pouring down my face. This was the first time he had ever said that to me.

"Okay, then," my voice was barely audible to me, but I knew he heard it. Suddenly, he was backtracking, realizing what he actually said and his voice was filled with regret and disbelief.

"What?...Bella..No…I didn't…I'm not…" by the end of his chaotic words,he was shouting. Probably because I was at the bottom of the staircase making my way to the door. If I made him miserable, then why should I continue to put him through the torture of being in my presence? My worst fears had been confirmed.

Edward hated me.

EPOV

What the hell is wrong with me?

She asked if I was miserable, and I said yes. I didn't mean what it sounded like. I didn't mean that she made me miserable. She did the complete opposite. She made me whole. She extracted the misery from my existence and injected love in its place.

After all of the convincing I had to do when I returned last week, and the convincing I was still doing, trying to make her see how I loved her, and I practically say I hate her. I meant that I was miserable in regards to the conversation, not to her. How could she think that? It killed me to watch her face transform into a portrait of sadness. No, it wasn't sadness. It was grief- a painful anguish took over my beautiful Bella's eyes.

How could this have happened? One minute I was holding my beloved in my arms and telling her I wasn't going anywhere. The next I was standing in her room, trying to figure out where she could be.

I had to fix this. I had to make it right. When I was watching her leave, I tried to make my feet move. I tried to run to catch her so I could kiss her and make things better. But I was frozen in shock.

Maybe she was still here. Maybe she just went downstairs and is waiting for me to follow her. Yes, that's it. I just need to go downstairs and I'll find her. Within a millisecond of this thought I was downstairs.

"Bella? Bella, love? Sweetheart, where are you?", I shouted, hoping she was playing a prank and would spring out at me at any moment.

When minutes passed, I realized that I couldn't hear her heartbeat anymore. How did she get so far?

I ran out of the door at top speed. Her car was still in the driveway, so she couldn't have gone as far as I thought. Right?