a/n: I know it's depressing. Don't read if you're looking for happy fluff.
"Jacob, please…" The girl is begging.
"No. I've already told you." The boy says, annoyed.
He turns and walks away.
The girl runs after him.
"Please Jacob, please, please don't." She is desperate now, driven by her heart.
The boy stops, turns to stare at her.
"Please? I love you." She says, one last time, hoping he has changed his mind.
He takes a deep breath, steeling himself.
"Bella." He started, "I don't love you. I never have."
His dark eyes are hard.
The girl freezes.
"Bella?" The boy's tone is slightly softer.
She doesn't reply.
"Fine then. Ignore me, why don't you?" He mutters, offended.
He stalks off, leaving the girl to herself, down an alley, in the middle of the night.
As soon as he is gone, she sinks to the floor, sobbing uncontrollably.
She curls into a ball, not worrying about the filth on the ground.
She cries as if her heart has been torn in two, burnt, stamped upon, ripped into shreds, and tossed into the winds, never to be reunited.
She doesn't stop, even as the first traces of pink begin to creep across the dark sky.
The sun finally breaks away from the horizon, a great ball of white against the grey of the polluted sky.
She gets up, wiping tears from her eyes and heading home.
At home, her father is furious.
"Where the hell have you been?" is all the greeting she gets.
He stops at the sight of her face, dries tears and smudged makeup.
"Are you OK?" He is concerned now.
She ignores him, walking up a flight of stairs to her bedroom, locking the door, barring it with a chest of drawers.
She is left alone; her father thinks she is sleeping.
After a day, he begins to get worried. He knocks on the door; no reply.
He forces the door open.
And sees her thin frame, lying, unmoving in a pool of her own blood, flowing from her wrists.
The boy picks up a copy of the local newspaper, a week later.
Begins to read.
"Local girl, Isabella Swan, daughter of police chief, last week committed suicide in her own home…"
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