AN.: I never know how to start these things so I guess, hello? Anyway I wanted to point out that this is the second or third version of this chapter and I have yet to re-edit all the other chapters so if you find any inconsistencies in the others it's probably because I haven't gotten there yet. I also want to mention that, in this fic, Bella moved to Forks in her senior year. That's all, folks! Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I own nothing, all that is recognizable is Meyer's, even Edward *sob*.

Bella POV

When Esme and Carlisle gave me a plane ticket to Jacksonville for my birthday I was overjoyed, when Edward said he'll come with me it got even better. I could already see it, a whole week of relaxing, sunbathing and spending time with Edward and my mother.

Unfortunately, my plans of having a relaxing holiday were ruined by Edward's mood. He was detached, cold. I tried gathering the courage to ask him what was wrong but every time I failed. In the end I decided I'll let him tell me when he was ready.

The bad news came on our last evening in Florida though; we were walking on the beach after sunset and the silence was awkward, something that never happened to us before. My heart was pounding hard. I was scared truth to be told. I realized I had become pathetically dependent on him. While I was living in Phoenix I swore I would never become like those girls that always had their boyfriends doing everything for them, I liked to think that I could take care and be in control of myself. It all went out of the window when he came into my life and conquered my heart. It suddenly dawned on me that he could easily make me feel like the happiest woman on Earth or he could, just as easily, break me in a million pieces.

"Edward, what's wrong?" I waited but he didn't answer.

"Edward?"

"We're leaving Forks." His words shocked me.

"Why?"

"Carlisle looks ten years younger than he should; people are starting to notice it."

"Alright, but I have to think of something to tell Charlie." That could prove to be harder than it seems, he would never let me leave with the Cullen's, especially before I finished high school.

"That will not be necessary, you won't leave."

"W-what do you mean, Edward?" There was a pause. "When you say 'we'…"

"I mean my family and myself." He deadpanned. Everything was going down too fast.

"Take me with you." I realized I sounded desperate, but I couldn't give a damn about it, not now.

"I can't, my world is not good for you, and you remember what happened with James. What was between us was only a dream."

"What happened with James doesn't matter, he was sick..."

"Doesn't matter!? Of course it matters, it was exactly what I knew it would happen, James is no different than other vampires that drink human blood."

"Then change me-"

"No!"

"Why not?"

"Because I don't want to spend the rest of eternity with you..." I could swear that I heard my heart break.

"Y-You don't w-want me?" I whispered trying to hold back the tears that were threatening to fall.

"No…I'm sorry I let this to go too far. I'm sorry I'm hurting you." No. No. It must've been a nightmare, I was just dreaming. I tried hard to wake up, but I couldn't because this was reality and right now, reality sucked more than any nightmare I've ever had. All this time he lied to me, he told me he loved me and that he'll never let me go. Nothing but lies.

"Back at the hospital you promised you won't leave…"

"… as long as it was safe for you." He finished. Tears were blurring my vision by this point.

"You're not good for me –"He continued." – and I'm tired of pretending. I promise this is the last time you'll see me, you'll continue your life without any interference from me. It will be as if I never existed." I wanted to scream, to cry, and to beg but all my body could muster was a small whimper. It probably saved me from looking more pathetic than I already did though.

"Why did you do it?" I found myself asking. The question cut through his tirade, apparently he didn't expect me to say or ask anything anymore.

"Why did you play with me? Why did you think you had the right to play with my feelings? You know, what I loved about you the most was the fact that your words were reliable, that you weren't just another boy trying to get in my pants with sweet words then dump me like I wasn't worth the time. I guess it was just wishful thinking on my part. You were only looking for something to fill your time with until you were ready to move on. " My voice was shaking but not from crying anymore, I was angry, angry as I've never been my entire life.

"I suppose you were right from the beginning, you truly are a monster." That was it; those were my words of parting. I ran as fast as I could, I was hell bent on getting there before him – more wishful thinking I guess – and trash his room, destroy a possession of his, anything to make him feel a pang of sadness but it wasn't to be. The room was empty; everything was in place, all his things gone as if the place wasn't vacated a few hours before. And that's where it truly hit me. He was gone. And he wasn't coming back.

I was vaguely aware of my mother dragging me into my bedroom; she must've heard me cry from downstairs. I slumped on the bed, the last bit of strength I had left leaving me. And that's how I spent the next two weeks, in my bed, wallowing in misery with my mother hovering over me trying to make me feel even a little bit better.

In a way I was glad he decided to leave me while I was with mom. Charlie loved me, sure, but I doubt he would have been able to help me at all and for the first time in the last 6 months I resented the idea of living in Forks. There was nothing to hold me there besides my father. I hadn't really connected with the kids at school, which was probably my fault because I didn't really give them a chance to prove themselves – except for Lauren and Jessica – I knew they were bitches from the beginning. And I was sure that everything in that small cloudy town would be a bitter reminder of everything I had lost.

A few days later while searching for something in one of my drawers I found a CD, a CD I was planning on sending The University of Arizona's School of Music a while back. It seemed like a great idea at the time, I was hopeful that after listening to it they'd call me for an audition. But with the hazard of moving to Forks it completely escaped my mind. I guess I could send it now I thought. But I haven't practiced in six months, I haven't even sung in the shower in fear of being caught by someone, mainly Edward. Damn him for ruining everything.

In the end I decided it was worth giving it a shot, what was there left to lose?

Right now I was certain of only three things: one, this CD was the chance of having a bright future, two, I wasn't about to go back to Forks anytime soon and three, Edward Cullen was an ass.

Edited on July 18, 2014.