Why do things change? I thought, as I glanced out the window, seeing if I could even just catch

one glimpse of my ex-best friend.

A tear fell down my cheek, as I watched Edward Cullen walk past my house.

He's forgotten me.

I remembered the last day we talked, the last day I told him that I was in love with him.

Me and Edward had been friends since I moved to Forks, Washington four years ago when I was thirteen. We'd become the best of friends,

inseparable.

Until the year I turned sixteen. Edward changed, became more distant, wouldn't return my phone calls and texts, emails, IM's.

Finally, I had confronted him about it at school.

"Edward?" I tapped him on the shoulder.

"What do you want?" He looked annoyed and a little mad.

"Can I talk to you?" I glanced pointedly at his friends who were crowding around to see if there would be a fight. "Alone?"

Edward paused and glanced around as I did, and nodded.

"Fine."

We walked outside the school yard and to our hideout. (It was really behind the school building, but no one really went back there because they had to sneak past the Teachers to get to the spot)

I had been walking ahead of him when I heard him stop.

"What do you want, Isabella?"

I turned around and faced him, fighting the urge to not only scream, but to cry.

"Why have you been ignoring me? Avoiding me?"

A muscle in his jaw twitched, showing he was mad.

"I have not. Did you drag me away from my friends just to ask me a stupid question such as that? Please, Isabella."

He walked away.

I couldn't hold back the tears, and fell to the ground, sobbing into my hands.

"Bella, whats wrong?" came his voice.

My head jerked up in shock and pleasure, but realized from his eyes and by the way

that he was standing that he was just here because he felt obligated too.

I wiped my eyes with the back of my hand and stood up, shaking.

"Whats..wrong..?" I choked out, so pissed I couldn't breathe.

"You've been avoiding me, not responding to my IM's, my calls, my texts. You haven't even looked up from your precious

gang of so called friends to even realize that I wait for you at our usual table.

You can't see that I save you a place on the bus, and go sit by Tyler.

You go flirt with Lauren, while I'm waiting for you to come over and study with me like you always did.. You owe me some kind

of..of...answer, don't you think? I've been your friends for three years, Edward!"

I screamed at him, knowing none of the other students could hear me.

His eyes turned a very stormy gold, and he snarled at me.

"I won't stand being stalked." he shot back, seeing my face pale and turn white.

I couldn't breathe. He accused me of STALKING him?

"And furthermore, I don't want to be friends with you anymore, Bella. So please, stop stalking me and leave me

the hell alone!" He raged, not seeing the tears falling from my cheeks.

He immediately stopped. I could only guess that by now he'd finally registered my expression and that I was crying.

"Bella, I'm sorry.. I don't know what got into me.."

The tears fell more.

"..I loved you." I whispered as I started to walk away from him, then broke into a run.

"Bella!"

I ran with everything I had left in me until I finally fell into a heap at my front door.

And now Edward has forgotten me, that I was sure of.

Does he even look at the picture albums we made together? I wondered to myself, still staring out the window.

Oh, Edward Cullen, how much I love you..