A/N: New story! Okay so this might be confusing. The beginning conversation is from this website which supposedly takes place in Bella's room (I have no clue why though). I'm using this dialogue along with the two in the woods, if that makes any sense.

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-Revenge Isn't So Sweet-

Prologue

"We're leaving"

"Okay. Let me just grab some clothes and my toothbrush."

"No, Bella. I mean my family and myself."

"What happened with Jasper — that was nothing, Edward! Nothing!"

"You're right. It was exactly what was to be expected."

"You promised! You promised that you would stay!"

"As long as that was best for you."

"You're the very best part of my life."

"This is a mistake."

"It's not a mistake!"

"I don't want you anymore, Bella."

"You… don't… want… me?"

"No."

"Well, that changes things. Don't. Don't do this."

"Promise me one thing."

"Anything."

"Take care of yourself. Don't do anything reckless or stupid."

"I will."

"Goodbye, Bella."

"Wait!"

"In time, you won't remember me. It will be as if I'd never existed. Take care of yourself."

And he was gone.

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The one conversation ruined my life.

They left me, he left me, alone in the forest. I felt a burst of adrenaline run through me, it was my fear of being left. For once in my life, I felt supernatural, immortal; and I ran.

The trees whipped past me, always close, caging me in. My adrenaline rid me of my clumsiness, for now, so I put on extra speed. I ran into my house, and didn't stop until I reached my bedroom.

My chest heaved, my breathing shallow. My eyes flicked around, searching. The only evidence left was my rocking chair.

I went over to it, running my fingers along the smooth wood. How many nights have I sat there in his arms? I shook my head: too many. With the last bit of adrenaline I had left, I lifted the chair, held it for a moment, and threw it out the window.

The glass shattered and fell to the ground, looking like falling raindrops. The chair hit the ground and cracked, breaking into so many pieces that it could never be fixed.

With the last of my strength, I threw my body onto my bed and passed out.