I wish I never asked. I wish I never got out of the car.

I was sitting on my bed looking at my hands, slightly confused as to why they were wet until I remembered I haven't stopped crying. I'd cried constantly off and on for the last three weeks, finally, so much so that it didn't even register anymore when one bout started and ended. I kept replaying the entire scene in my head over and over again and couldn't stop. Edward standing across from me looking at the ground sliding his foot back and forth never meeting my eyes.

"What's wrong with us? We've been 'off' for a while now. What aren't you telling me?" I asked shaking.

"Bella, I don't think it's a good idea if we're together anymore," he replied never looking up.

"You don't want me anymore? You don't want us?" I asked feeling the tears well up in my eyes. I could feel my entire body start to slowly go numb.

"No, I'm sorry." He said finally looking up at me. I saw his eyes soften for a moment and his hands reached out to me like he wanted to comfort and hold me. Normally I'd leap into his arms and he'd rock me back and forth murmuring how he loved me, but not this time, this time I was on my own.

My angel was leaving me here to fix myself.

"NO! Don't touch me!" I screamed at him holding my hands in front of me, hiding my face and shaking uncontrollably. I heard him start to say something and then he just turned and headed for the door.

"Bella, I'm so sorry…." And with that he was gone.

It had been 6 years since Edward Cullen had left me curled up on the floor. Six years since my entire world disappeared. He meant what he said, he left but he neglected to mention he wasn't the only one leaving. With the knowledge that his entire family (my entire family) was leaving as well I shut down and shut out the rest of the world. I thought about them all. Alice, my best friend and sister I never had. Jasper and Emmett, the two best almost older brothers anyone could want. Even Rosalie, the one Cullen that hated me more then anything. I could feel my heart strings ache even more I thought of Esme and Carlisle . Esme with her super sweet nature and Carlisle with his never ending

compassion had been like parents to me and now they, along with the rest of the family, were gone. I couldn't think my angels name. I couldn't face that name, the memories, the flood of emotion I had worked so hard to control for 6 years had finally managed to break through the flood gates and knock the wind out of me.

I just sat there staring at my hands and shaking sobbing uncontrollably as flashes of memories came back to me. I bit my tongue to keep from crying out from the pain of it all so as not to alarm Charlie. Edwards's eyes looking into mine at prom. Alice running up to me bouncing about something, Emmett and jasper laughing. Edward kissing me and … Sweet memories tearing me apart at the seams causing agonizing pain as it quickly got dark. The last thing I remember was feeling his lips on mine as the pain in my heart caused me to black out leaving me in the comforting numbness of sleep.

The next morning I woke up on the floor of my room wondering idly who had put a blanket on me or if I'd somehow managed to pull it on top of me last night. After taking a second to mentally reassemble myself I realized I was not alone.

"Bells, honey? Are you ok?" I heard my father say. I looked up and he was squatting next to me with his hand on my back and concern written all over my face. This was normal for us. He'd found me passed out in random places around the house but never in my bed. Never again in my bed, I thought to myself.

"Ya. Sorry Cha… I mean dad. I just rolled out of bed again I guess." I could tell from the look in his eyes he didn't believe me but if the last 6 months taught him anything it was not to question it. I inwardly cringed as I thought about that. God, how much has it hurt him watching me this way? I never claimed to be any particular way, be it strong, weak, independent. I was always just ME. The only thing I knew how to be, but I knew neither of my parents would ever want what I've become for me. Hell I don't even know what I've become! I felt more and more like I'm not real everyday. That I'm just slipping away.

"well come on hun. You need to get up and start the day" Charlie said as he helped me up and gave me a kiss on the cheek.

That's how we started everyday until I graduated, every day having to be reminded that I have two reasons worth living and continuing on. My parents, if anything I owed it to them to at least go through the motions. I had enough emotion in me to at least give them that, right?