A/N: This idea came to me while I was working on another fiction and I suddenly pictured a bit of conversation in my head. I quickly typed it out on a separate page (it couldn't have fit with my other fic if I tried) and then went from there. it's different than anything I've ever written, so any comments and criticisms would be much appreciated.

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That Little Nagging Voice

It had been four hours and seven minutes exactly. I looked at my clock once more before pulling my blankets over my face. He'll come back, Bella. I told myself. He's just off having some fun with his brothers. He'll come back to you.

And yet. Four hours and nine minutes. I knew I was lying to myself. Don't pick up that cell phone. Do not pick up that phone and dial.I snatched the silver phone off my bedside table. Damnit Bella, do not hit redial. For the love of God, do not hit redial. But it was too late. My fingers had already hit the buttons.

"Hey, this is Edward. I'm not here right now -" I didn't bother leaving a message. I'd already left three. They all said the same thing. Mostly I just liked to call and hear his voice. Pathetic.

A little voice in my head begged the obvious question. Why is his phone turned off? The other little voice smacked the first voice into submission. Because he's hunting, you dumbass. Still, I felt uneasy. It was as if I could not lay still a minute longer. I have to get up, now. I sprung out of bed and began to walk around my room, picking up random bits of clothes and notebooks and CD cases and setting them back down again. What are you looking for, Bella?

Nothing. Anything. Everything. Him. The desperation leaked through into my most private thoughts. Tough luck. My knees buckled. My throat tightened. I couldn't breathe. Why was he taking so long?

Because he feels trapped. This is his only escape. You begged him to become immortal. You pushed yourself on him. He can't live without you? You can't live without him! He seemed to do just fine on his own. Not you, Bella. You crumbled. You snapped. You lost your God damned mind.

No. He was returning for me. He wouldn't cut out on me now. Not three days before the wedding. Jesus, the wedding. What would I tell everyone? Sorry you came all this way in such an ill state of health, Grandma, but my fiancé felt trapped and ducked out on me. I sat on the edge of the bed. I could not even imagine facing Alice. Oh, Alice. Perfect, sweet, over-the-top Alice. Her poor heart would break in two. Humiliation caused a new set of hot tears to spill over onto my cheeks.

I walked over and went to sit down on the edge of the bed. I misjudged my distance, however, and I slid down to the floor in a crumpled heap of pathetic. I had no desire or energy to pull myself up with, and instead curled into fetal position. It was then that I spotted the envelope. Unopened, it stuck out from under my school things. It must have fallen a while ago. I snaked my arm under and tugged the envelope out with one sharp pull. With shaky hands, I broke the seal only to discover a single sheet of white paper inside. In lovingly familiar scratched ink, beautiful words tore my heart up once more.

Dear Bella,
I'm sorry, but I can't love you. Please stop trying to make this work.
Goodbye forever.
Jacob.

The letter was undated, and I tried to calculate out when I had probably received it. Was it possible that this was recent? Did Jacob have a new hatred for me? Or was it months old, delivered by Charlie, and pushed under the bed? I had to know. What does it matter, Bella? He hates you, anyway. Let it go. Let him go. Do you really want the heartache again? No, of course not. But a part of me couldn't help but wonder. I shook all thoughts of Jacob from my head. I looked at the clock. Four hours and seventeen minutes. Twenty seconds. Twenty one. Twenty two. I stood up. Too fast. I was dizzy. I sat back on the dusty hardwood floor. No wonder he left you. Look at you. You are a pathetic mess.

Jacob? Or Edward? Did it really matter? Both had left their mark. I reached for the cell phone again. No Bella, that's weak.

But this time, I dialed a different number. Alice. She picked up on the first ring. "Tell me everything." And so I did.