A/N: Hi Everyone! This is my first 'official' Fan Fic. If anyone has advice on which direction the story goes, I am very open. I think it will be obvious through this story that I have something of a grudge against Edward. I just don't believe anyone's perfect, and he is far from it. Anyways, Enjoy! DON'T FORGET TO RATE AND REVIEW

This story begins precisely on page 68 of New Moon. Enjoy 

***I DO NOT OWN ANYTHING, ALL CREDIT GOES TO STEPHANIE MEYER***

Bella POV:

"Bella, we're leaving" Edward said in the cold, zombie-like voice he had been using for the last couple days.

"I-I don't understand. Where and why?" I said. So much for acting normal. I don't think leaving suddenly would help their little charade.

"I can't tell you. But we would have to start over soon enough."

"Wait. I still don't get it. Why would we start over".

"Bella. You're not coming. I don't want you to come with us." He said with a cold look.

"Wait. You don't want me anymore?" I felt myself get warm. Like all the blood was going straight to my head, making me dizzy.

"No. Bella I don't love you anymore." He said

I felt anger rush through my veins. Not sadness, just anger.

"Goodbye, Bella." He said, and he turned into a blur and disappeared.

Well. I thought. This is the part where I cry my heart out.

No tears.

I assumed it just hadn't hit me. I walked back to my house, went upstairs, and laid down on the bed.

Any minute now. I thought. Any minute and I'll realize that my life just walked out the door, and that I have nothing left to live for.

Seconds became minutes. Minutes became hours.

Eventually, I got up and went downstairs to cook something for Charlie. I got some tomato soup out of the cupboard. Charlie wouldn't be happy, but I didn't want it to hit me while I was midst in cooking.

Charlie came home, and ate his soup disappointedly.

"Bells, Is something wrong?" he asked, noticing the spaced look on my face.

I suddenly felt a surge of honesty. "Dad, Edward Broke up with me"

"Bells, Honey, I'm so sorry. Are you Ok?" I could tell he really was sorry. He knew what it was like to have your heart broken.

"Yeah, I guess it just hasn't hit yet."

"Honey, when did it happen?"

"A few hours ago. Why?"

"Well, usually, if it doesn't hit right away, it wont hit."

We were silent for the rest of the meal. After I cleaned up and washed the dishes I went up to my room and tried to process everything.

I finally came to the only logical conclusion.

I didn't love Edward. Maybe I never did.