A/N:

I have to do this, I just can't help myself.

This story has been stuck in my head and if I don't get it out, I feel like my head is going to explode.

Has anyone has ever heard the song Whiskey Lullaby by Brad Paisely? I was listening to it and it gave me an idea.

And let me tell you, that video makes me wanna get in corner and cry. It's so sad.

So, this story kinda goes with it, but it has some different aspects.

BPOV.

I loved him.

It was that simple.

End of story.

But, I didn't know how to get him to understand. He wouldn't listen to me.

I tried calling him and even showed up at his apartment a couple of times and he would never answer the door.

The key was gone from where it usually stayed and he had taken the spare key he gave to me away.

No one had seen him for a couple of days and I was starting to worry about him.

Alice had even tried going over there, but he would talk to no one.

And it broke my heart. I couldn't live like this.

I needed him in my life. He was my constant, the one I could depend on. He was always there for me and gave me whatever I needed.

And then I had to go and mess it up. I blamed myself for all of it. I should have just stopped it, but for some reason I just couldn't and I hated myself for it.

I had spend the last week sobbing in my apartment, wishing that this was all just a dream and when I woke up, I would be in Edward's arms.

He had saved me.

Our time together was the best time in my life. I never wanted to be parted with him. He was my rock and comforted me when I needed it.

He held me in his arms and let me soak his shirt with my tears when my mom died.

He bought me an apartment because I couldn't afford one by myself.

When my dad tried to contact me, he picked up the phone and threatened to kill him if he ever came near me.

He kept me safe and for the rest of my life I would always be indebted to him.

I trusted him with my life and would go to the ends of the earth with him.

He was my heart and soul.

He was my everything.

And I had let him down. After 3 years together, I had broken his trust down in a matter of seconds.

I was stupid and I knew it.

I was the biggest moron in the history of morons.

And there was not a damn thing I could do about it.

I sickened myself. I should burn in the lowest, fiery pits of hell.

I deserved nothing else, not even him anymore.

None of his family would talk to me anymore and they told me not to contact him; he didn't need anyone like me making matters worse.

Because after all, it was my fault.

I accepted that. I knew when I was wrong and in this case, I had caused an innocent man his life according to Alice.

She was the only one who would talk to me about him and she told me that he had came to see her after what had happened and had talked to him once on the phone.

Alice was very terse in what she told me about him. She kind of blamed me too, but she understood my dilemma.

But, it wasn't an excuse for what I did to him and it never would be.

She said that he had taken up drinking and that on the phone he was slurring and not all there.

I cried when she told me that.

I hated myself for what I had done to him.

I didn't know if I could ever forgive myself.

A/N:

Ok, so this story is going to be very sad, but it will have a happy ending. I'm a sucker for happy endings.

And don't worry; there will be lemons!! Haha.

Review and let me know what you think.