2009:

Edward= 18

Mystery girl= 16

2012:

Edward=21

Mystery girl= 19

2015:

Edward= 24

Mystery girl= 22

August 2012

"Edward? Baby, where are we going? You should've taken that right." We're eloping today… if we get to the courthouse on time.

"Just sit tight, okay. I'll explain soon." Edward seems agitated, his fingers rap on the steering wheel every time we have to stop for a red light or stop sign but I trust him with everything in me so I know wherever we're going he'd never hurt me or put me in danger.

Finally we arrive at the airport in Seattle. "What are we doing here?" Edward pulls up to the curb and parks.

He doesn't say anything, just takes off his seatbelt and gets out of the black BMW his parents gave him for graduating high school. I scramble out after him, meeting him at the trunk. I feel queasy because something's not right.

"Edward," I call to him panicking. "Edward! What are you doing?" He takes out two red and black suitcases that look suspiciously like my own.

He walks away to sit the suitcases on the sidewalk and then walks back to me. Edward wipes away the tears that I hadn't realized had started to fall down my face and grabs both of my hands gently in his.

"Why are we here, Edward?" I close my eyes, almost positive that I don't want to know.

He presses a piece of paper into my hand. "I booked you a flight for New York, it leaves in an hour." His voice is calm but the shaking of his hands betray him.

"No. No, Edward" My voice shakes and my body trembles with the force of what he's just told me. "You can't!" I yank my hands out of his and start walking back to the passenger side of the car but just as I open it, he slams it shut and cages me between the door and his body.

"Baby, please listen to me," he begs. "You can't stay here, not when Julliard offered you a full ride. Not for me. You love playing the violin—"

"But not more than you. I love you more, I don't want Julliard, I want you!" I sob out while clutching his navy blue t-shirt.

"I don't ever want to leave Forks, but you do and you should." He holds my face in his hands and wipes away my tears. His voice is low, gentle and filled with pain. "Can you honestly say you want to stay here? You hate this place. You don't want to marry me. Not really" He pulls me back to the open trunk, reaches in and pulls out my violin case. "This is what you want."

I push his hands away and scream at him "Stop telling me what I want!" People are starting to stare at us but I could care less, I start to beg. Please Edward, don't do this to me! I love you!"

Edward's face contorts in pain but he doesn't change his mind, he hands me the violin and steps away from me. "I'm so sorry but you deserve better than living in a town you hate, a husband that you'll end up resenting and a dead end job. You deserve more than what I can give you. You deserve Julliard."

I shake my head tearfully. "I'm not going."

"If you miss the plane it changes nothing." He says coldly.

"You're breaking up with me." The weight of this realization causes me to double over in pain.

"I love-"He says before my right hand viciously meets his cheek.

"Don't you dare lie to me again." Edward looks at me in surprise and rubs his cheek with his hand.

I look down at my hand. This isn't me, I've never hit anyone in my life. I've got to get it together. Edward doesn't want me anymore, okay. I will get over this. I have to.

I take a deep breath, gather what's left of my dignity and turn away from the boy I love.

I've got a plane to catch. There's nothing left for me here.