I couldn't cope with this shit anymore. It was tedious and, to be quite honest, damn boring. Edward was a nice guy but he didn't 'satisfy my needs'. Being a teenager, I had urges and he just wasn't ready to relieve me of them. Yeah, I get the whole 'I'm a vampire and I could kill you if I have sex with you' thing but seriously, it wasn't that bad. I had to end it. I had to tell myself over and over again that it was the right thing to do. I told myself that Edward would be ok, it's not like I wanted to hurt him, I just didn't want to be with him anymore. I needed someone who was more suited for me, a human would be good. Jacob was possibly close enough, but really, did I want to be with him? I didn't look at him that way anymore, he was just a best friend, and that was it. I sighed and rolled over on my bed, trying to block out the thoughts and images in my head of Edward. They slowly morphed into a dream as I fell asleep. The dream was horrible. Even though Edward had no clue of what I was planning to do in reality, he knew in this dream. I'd told him and he had broken down right in front me, invisible tears down his face, gasping for air, and on his knees. I woke up with a gasp of my own and after reviewing the dream, prayed that it wouldn't actually be like that when I told him. I didn't know if I could bare it because it would be so wrong for me to hurt him. I'd never done anything of the sort ever before, and I would hate myself for it. But, even so, it was for the best. Wasn't it? Yes. No? I asked myself these questions over and over, for the rest of the night while I couldn't sleep and still hadn't decided properly by the time the sun had risen over the tops of the trees in the forest. Boys. Always so confusing.