DISCLAIMER: Roses are red, violets are blue, I don't own Twilight, so you can't sue. I only own the character Michelle. Also, I don't own Taylor Swift's "Forever and Always" or "Breathe."

This is my first fanfiction! So I hopee you like!

BPOV

Well, Edward. I didn't think I could do it, but I actually did. You said you were leaving, and that you weren't coming back. Well, Edward, how is that working out for you? Not so well, I presume. It didn't for me at first, but now I feel free. I used to feel tied to you, no matter where you were. I would listen for any sign that you were okay, and that you were coming back. When I finally figured out you weren't, I broke down. I wasn't me. I was empty.

Ha! Now, I'm fine. I'm perfect. Flawless. I think about you, but it's not the agony I felt before. It's more of a distant memory, as if it were a dream. You were my life back then, and now, I have a real life.

I'm single, but I'm okay. I still don't think I could ever love someone like I loved you, so I didn't bother dating. I now run and own a design company. Of course, I don't work with the fabrics, since I'd probably ruin them, but I have dozens of dozens of employees who are happy to work with me. It's the second largest clothing company.

I know you're dying to know the second most important question: Am I still human?

Yes, I'm still human. I couldn't bear knowing what I know about you for eternity. I'd like to live my life, and die in peace.

The most important question: Do I still love you? Do I still feel what we felt so long ago?

No. I don't. I miss what we had, but it's different now, Edward. I'm a big girl. I know that's not the answer you were looking for, but it's the truth. Would you rather hear the truth, or hear what you want to hear?

That's what I thought.

I miss you Edward. But not enough to come crawling on my hands and knees begging you to take me back.

I'm so sorry Edward.

MPOV

"I don't care if she sprained her thumb! She is gonna keep sewing until she bleeds," she screamed into the phone.

"Miss Swan?" I asked boldly, peeking into her office.

"That's Ms. Swan!" Bella barked. I held my hands up in surrender. "Sorry, Michelle. I didn't see it was you. It's Bella to you. "

"That's fine Bella," I smiled.

"What is it?"

"Well, Bella. You have a meeting with the four major designers in…" I quickly looked at my watch quickly, "about now."

"Oh right!" She smiled at me. I was her favorite. Bella was more than my boss, she was my best friend. I knew everything from her favorite color to her shoe size.

I was two years younger than her, but I had skipped a grade in junior high. In high school, Bella was held back senior year, so we ended up being in the same classes in college.

She moved from Forks, Washington to here in the City That Never Sleeps, New York City. Bella bought a little boutique on the corner of Broadway and West 79th Street called Bella's Boutique, and soon became the second largest clothing company in the nation.

I know everything to know about her with the exception of one tiny detail.

The Cullens. I knew the son, Edward, had dated Bella a while and he mysteriously disappeared, and Bella never dated again. But that was about it.

Something happened with her and Edward, something that scarred her. She wouldn't tell anyone, not even Charlie, her dad.

I was determined to find out what had happened, but the minute you brought up the words, Edward Cullen, she would either change the subject, or walk away.

Recently, Bella seemed more haunted by Edward. When I came to her apartment one night for a girl's night out, and when she fell asleep, she would say in her sleep, "Don't leave Edward. I love you Edward. Please don't leave." I was concerned for Bella, but if I brought it up, like I said, she'd walk away.

"Michelle!" Bella's urgent voice brought me out of my thoughts.

"Yes?"

"Where's the meeting? That's the fourth time I had to ask. Are you okay?" She looked at me with a glimmer of concern in her eyes.

Only I got to see this side of Bella. To everyone else she was Ms. Bella Swan, not so much of a designer, but more of an owner, and BEWARE. SHE HAS TEMPER PROBLEMS. At least she does with everyone else.

"It's in the fourth floor meeting room," I replied.

"Thank you." She made no effort to get up, since she liked being late rather than early. Bella turned on her iPhone and started listening to the same song she does every day.

"Forever and Always" by Taylor Swift. She blasted it as she always did, and I heard the first couple of lines:

"You looked me in the eye and told me you loved me, were you just kidding? Cause it seems to me, this thing is breaking down we almost never speak, I don't feel welcome anymore. Baby, what happened please tell me cause one second it was perfect now you're halfway out the door."

I figured out a while ago why she always listened to this song: It reminded her of her relationship with her and Edward. Bella always blamed herself to why he left; I wish I could disagree, but I truly didn't know for sure.

"So here's to everything, coming down to nothing, here's to silence. Where is this going? Thought I knew you for a minute now I don't anymore," Bella whisper-sang the lyrics.

"Bella, you really should get going," I urged.

"To what?"

"The meeting! What else would I be talking about?" I exclaimed.

"I don't know," she admitted. "I'm sorry."

I sighed. Edward was really haunting her. I waved goodbye and walked out of her office.

BPOV

I sprinted out of the meeting, wishing I had vampire speed. No, don't think about that now. Then you'll start thinking of… Edward.

I ran faster and faster, wishing I could get away from the past. I wish I could run from it. Edward said it would be like he had never existed. But he had. Not even Edward could deny that.

I started feeling faint. I did short, quick breaths, as if I were hyperventilating. I heard the lyrics come into my head.

"And we know it's never simple, never easy, never a clean break, no one here to save me. You're the only thing I know like the back of my hand…"

I ran into my office and slid to the ground, my knees to my chest. A single tear rolled down my cheek, and I laid there for hours.

MPOV

"Cullen… Cullen… Cullen," I mumbled, looking down at the list of names. Cullen didn't seem like a common name, but there were at least twenty Cullens in the phonebook!

I threw down the phonebook and my fingers glided across the keyboard of my Mac. I typed in the search engine, "Edward Cullen."

A dozen hits, but none of them was him. Bella mentioned when we first met in college that the dad was a doctor. What was his name? Callahan? Carl? Ugh!

It seemed like a light bulb flickered over my head. I typed in Cullen + Forks, Washington. There were more hits than before. Then I saw it.

Carlisle Cullen, head doctor at Forks Hospital. He and his family moved in September. But where? On the website I saw, "Dr. Cullen had not stated where the Cullens were moving, but that he had an excellent job offer in the south, and he couldn't deny it."

Great.

I went back to Google, and saw a website that seemed quite strange. It was called: The Quileute tribe in Forks, Washington. I clicked on it and saw a bunch of werewolves in the background. I skimmed the information, and what I got out of it was that the Quileute tribe made an agreement with a group called the "cold ones" and that they couldn't hunt on their land. That is, hunt humans. Were they superheroes? Were they like Bigfoot, or the Yetis? Were they vampires?

Vampires. They suck the blood out of humans, and leave the body there. They feast on human blood. Bella had described the Cullens as indescribably beautiful, insanely fast, and how they had super-strength.

I kept reading. They were supposed to be super-fast because their prey hadn't seen what was coming until they were dead. Queer.

I got up from the computer and drove down to the office.

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