Well this is my first attempt at showing other people my writing and I want you to be brutally honest, flames accepted. This isn't beta'd so I apologize now for any mistakes I made and I hope you like it

Stephenie Meyer owns twilight sadly all to herself, so I can only make stories about her wonderful characters, lucky women... On with the story!

Prologue

My hand trembled as I punched the number into the phone. I held my breath as it ranged once, twice, just as the phone was about to ring a third time he picked up with a sleepy, "Hello?". Just hearing his voice calmed my frazzled nerves like a warm blanket on a cold winter night, but as soon as my heart had stopped pounding against my ribs it picked up tempo once again as I tried to respond and tell him it was me.

Would he want to hear from me again? Oh god, I should have thought this out before I went and called him, that's what I get from wanting to hear his voice so badly, well done Bella! I didn't get too much time to degrade myself mentally thankfully.

"Hello? Is someone there? Who are you?" I wanted to answer his questions so badly but it would seem that my body and mind weren't connected as no words came out.

I could only tell myself this for a few seconds as I knew the real reason, I was too much of a coward to speak to him after these long two years. What would he think after all that had happened between us? All the wrong accusations I had thrown at him and all of his valuables I had destroyed? What would he say if he saw me again? Would he even remember me? I knew I had changed drastically, whether for the better or worse I was still deciding. I chastised myself for thinking he would care for the things I had destroyed, to him it was pocket change. I laughed silently to myself as I remembered money had no meaning to him and never had in all the years I had known him.

I shook my head to clear these wayward thoughts, thinking like this would help no one, especially me. I was positive of one thing though, I still loved him to death. Just hearing his questioning voice proved that to me, though I had never really stopped loving him if I really thought about it. I supposed I would always love him, I then decided that this was my personal hell, to forever love the one man I had but lost to my own devious actions. I took all the blame for our fallout and deserved this, it didn't make it hurt any less and I suspected it would only worsen over time. Our love had been an epic tale of romance, mystery, love, and hurt, most of all hurt in the end.

Flashbacks of the first time we met and the beginning of our end flashed through my mind in painful clarity...

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I apologize for the shortness of the chapter, just a preview. Hate it? Like it? Should I continue?