So i rewrote this story because i thought i could do better, and here it is my master piece. :)

Thunder boomed outside my window. I threw my pillow over my head trying to stay calm. I was never a big fan of thunderstorms, and the only reason they never bugged me before was because Edward's soft humming drowned out the sound of it.

I sighed, sat up, and covered my face with my hands. I hate myself for letting him go. It was my stupid mistake in the first place. The night it happened still haunts me.

Flash Back

I was sitting by the front glass window watching as he got out of his car, and walked up the steps to my house, Tears pouring down my face.

I was angry and upset because we never did anything together anymore; it seemed like Edward's business was becoming his whole life.

As soon as he entered he must have noticed my tears because he dropped whatever he was holding, and pulled me into his arms.

"Bella, what is it, what's wrong?" Edward asked panicked. I didn't answer; I just simply pulled myself out of his arms, and walked to the other side of the house staring out the glass wall.

I could feel his confusing and hurt rolling of him in waves as I released myself from his grasp and walked away. I bit my thumb nail in concentration, so I wouldn't through my thoughts away and race back into his arms. What I was about to say needed to be said because I couldn't live like this anymore. I couldn't live with the fact that he was always putting his work before me, and trying to make things up to me by buying me things.

It was silent for a while neither of us saying anything, the feeling tension was present in the air. Until I finally found the courage to say what I needed to say.

"Edward, how much do you love me?" I asked keeping my voice emotionless while still staring out the window.

As I continued to look outside I header the sound of him shifting around. Weather he was doing it to get comfortable or because he was uncomfortable with the subject was beyond me.

Finally, after his continued shifting he stopped and said, "Bella what kind of question is that. You know how much I love."

I could now feel his piercing gaze on my back just watching me with great intent; I could see through the glass window that his face had become emotionless while his eyes blazed with emotions. Some I could name others we foreign to me.

I spoke again in the same tone of voice saying, "It's a reasonable question Edward. Do you want to know why asked?"

I then turned around to face him, crossed my arms, and just waited for him to reply. I could tell he knew by my posture I didn't want a spoken answer, but merely a shake of his head.

After receiving the message he shook his head yes.

"It's because I've been questioning this relationship for the past month Edward." I said softly. I could tell by his posture that he wanted to stand and interject, but I shook my head "not" at him before he could.

"I don't know where I stand in your life Edward. I know you've told many times that you love me Edward, but you're not here to act on that love for me. I understand that your work is important to you Edward, and the Carlisle really does need the help, but it seems that you work so much that you forget about me. Edward and I don't want this kind of life. I don't want stand here at the window waiting for you to come back. I don't want keep hoping that when your back you'll stay longer than a day. I most definitely don't want to start a family with you if I know that our children will never see their father very long."

I was about to say more, but Edward decided to ignore my head shake and interject.

"So what do want me to do Bella? Just stop helping Carlisle with the business? Do you want me to stop making money so that one day I can provide for you and are future kids?"

He was now standing, his posture was rigid, and his hands were balled up into fists at his sides. However it was eyes that truly scared me. They were cold and black with rage lurking in them. They scared me so much that I couldn't speak.

"WELL BELLA. IS THAT WHAT YOU WANT OR NOT!" His yelling startling me, and making me more afraid of him.

"no," I said speaking fearfully and quietly.

"THEN WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME BELLA!" He yelled louder while throwing his fists In the air.

Tears poured down my face. When I was imaging talking to him about this; I was imaging him to be a little more calm and understanding, and even a little apologetic. I didn't imagine this thou; I didn't me being afraid of him, or having the urge to run from him.

I found to the courage to speak again when his body relaxed a little when seeing my tears, "I just wanted to feel loved by you again because when we first started dating I felt it, but if it's that big of a deal that you can't take time out of your work to be with me then I'll save you the trouble of having to choose between the two."

I could tell he started holding his breath as soon as I said the last part. I could also see the look of panic return to his face as well.

"I'm breaking up with you Edward."

TBC