This is something I thought of while messing around at home. It sounded like a good idea so I wrote it down.

Hope you like it :)

Disclaimer: Don't own it.

Why was I freaking out now? I had been expecting this, of course, but reality can slap a person in the face. I looked down at my worn boots and wondered why I had agreed to follow him here in the first place. It had been days since my birthday. The other Cullen's had desperately avoided me, Edward included. Coming to that conclusion, the fact that I was being led just inside the woods so he could say his goodbye should not have been surprising. Again, I had expected this.

What had he seen in me? I was plain. Ordinary. Uncharacteristically, unabashedly, too normal, even. Boring. Yet, at the beginning, I had been the lucky girl to get the prize. The prize being Edward, and I was never lucky. But I was stupid, that was for sure. Especially falling for him as I did. I fell. I fell even through my knowledge of this futuristic moment. Now, it was the present, and I was aching. My heart burned and raged beneath my chest. I questioned my need to follow a predator into a dark forest. Whatever possessed me to follow him, I will never know. I still love him, obviously, so maybe that's my reason, but I could have said no…

Couldn't I? Of course, but I did not…

Why? I had no idea.

I looked up from my worn-out boots to look at his pristine, black dress shoes. His steps were even, consciously measured. I looked at the back of his head. His hair was ruffled more than normal. He had thought this through. He had thought about his words, his actions, the ways in which he was to speak. My eyebrows went into my hairline. Why would he think it all through? There was no way he could actually love me.

Could he?

Well, maybe not now, but he did. Once. He had to have loved me to save me the way he did. Or did he feel bad for me? The human with extremely bad luck who gets stuck in unfortunate situations in which she needs a hero. The latter made more sense. He was an amazing, caring, affectionate man, but would he stoop so low as lying about love to keep a boring person like me alive? I doubted it. So, he had to love me. He did, anyhow, even if his feelings had deteriorated.

Forcing myself back to the present, I followed him for a few more steps before he stopped and turned to look at me. His eyes were blank, neutral. Professionally disguised. I raised my eyebrow as he stared at me.

"Well?" I asked.

He blinked. "We are leaving."

I nodded. "I figured."

His eyes widened slightly, his façade slipping for a miniscule moment. If I was not so in tune with his movements I would not have even noticed.

"Really?" he questioned.

"Of course," I said. "Why else would the rest of your family have disappeared and you growing distant? I'm not stupid, Edward, or blind."

"Well," he said, "then I guess this is goodbye."

He turned to walk back in the direction of my house, and his car, but I had the impulsive need to stop him. I love him, he had to know. And I had to know if he really no longer loved me. Grasping my bearings, I stopped him.

"Wait!"

He turned back, his eyes still blank. "Yes?"

"Do…" I trailed off.

His eyes urged me to continue, and I could see the annoyance in his eyes from how he could not read my mind.

"Do you still love me?" I asked. "Even just a little?"

The love flared in his eyes, but it was quickly dispelled.

"No." The word was intentionally cold and unfeeling.

I will admit, it hurt, but I knew he was lying. I looked at him incredulously.

"So it's that easy?" I wondered. "Cause it would be impossible for me to do."

His body turned to face me completely. His eyebrows raised in question.

"Is what easy?" he asked.

"Falling out of love with someone," I murmured. "I praise you for your ability to kill your emotions the way you do. It's astonishing. I know I could never do that."

He was shocked, that was easy to see. Yet, I continued on.

"You see," I said as I walked up to him, stopping inches from him, my eyes meeting his, "the heart decides, not your brain. Your brain may make choices, but your heart initially helps you to forget. After all we've been through, your brain can suppress things, but your heart will burn with the pain of what you can push to the back of your mind. it's the same way with love. You can suppress your love for me, but your heart will never forget, and it will make you regret it."

"I don't have the faintest idea of this love you're talking about. I never loved you," he pushed into my face.

I rolled my eyes and took a few steps back from him. I was going to give up, but in a last dish effort, I tried a way to hit a weak spot.

"You're right, you didn't," I told him.

I scowled. "You're a coward. You run from everything. And let me tell you something, Edward, you can run from our love, but you will never forget."

"I'm easily distracted."

I nodded. "Of course you are, and that's what you tell yourself so you don't think about us. It helps you suppress your urges."

I walked up to him and placed one hand on his cheek, the other over his heart. He exhaled inaudibly at the sensation of the heat of my skin on his skin. The chill from his skin soaked through his shirt to my hand.

"I'm not a coward, Edward. I will watch you walk away from his and not bat an eye. The difference between us, I'm willing to work for us, not hide from what we could have. So, go ahead, run, but the second you do, you better not come looking to me for help."

With that said, I dropped my hands, turned, and began walking away from him. I took only a few steps before I was pushed up against a tree. His lips pressed against mine, his chest pushing up against mine as my back arched against the rough bark of the tree. A growl rumbled deep in his throat as his tongue met mine with a ferocity I did not know existed. Our breath mingled as our tongues and hands explored. After so long, we had to break apart. I was losing the battle for oxygen. His forehead leaned against mine.

"Isabella Marie Swan," he growled, "I am not a coward, and I refuse to give up on us. No distraction could take you off my mind, my brain is not strong enough to suppress the picture of your face, and my heart will never forgive me if I let you go. And you're worth fighting for, God damnit."

His hands held my face in a vice-like, but gentle grip.

"And I will never walk away. Please, never walk away from me again. I can't take."

I gazed into his eyes.

"I'm worth fighting for?" I asked.

He nodded with absolute certainty. "We are worth fighting for. I'm gonna fight for us, and I'm never letting you go."

"Damn right."

I smiled as he chuckled. Yes, we were fighting for, and I'll be damned if the coward ever tries to pull something like this again. I pull him back with his freaking lion's tail if I have to, I swear.

I just wanted to make Edward stay, really, so I did ;)

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Xoxoxox

~Much Love,

VSA