Disclaimer: I have not read Twilight and have no idea who Edward is (for who this applies to, got shoot yourself in the foot)

EPOV

It has only been three long, miserable days, of pacing. I stood in that demeaning room, watching it sway with my anguish. Every once in a while I would sit down to momentarily rest, only to find myself in my own thoughts as they swirled and turned around her beautiful face, twisted in confusion, horror, and pure misery. The way I left her face. I quickly got up and continued pacing, not bearing the thought of her again.

She kept leaking through, popping into my thoughts at first sign of weakness. And then sliding away from me, taking a piece of me with her.

I'm so sorry, I…I'm sorry.

I stood there…not hearing a thing, not seeing, not trying. Another wave of realization hit, strong as the first realization was, when I left her. There was no more soft heartbeat to hear, no more blush in her cheeks to see, nothing to try for. I had left her. Against all the need I had for her, I left her.

I can't live like this. I have to do something…

Anger hit me. Why did I leave? What was wrong with me? How am I supposed to live now?

I headed for the door, not needing to move far in that small space, trying to unbolt the door from its hinges. It wouldn't budge. I tried again and failed. I regathered all the remaining strength I had, the nonexistent strength, and rammed my whole self against the door, breaking through and running, running towards Forks, 5,000 miles away.

"Jasper?"

I stopped running, slowed, and stood still, waiting for the familiar voice to answer me.

"Edward, you can't honestly be trying to reach…her are you?"

He was being very careful not to use her name.

"I have to, she, I, and her and I need, and..."

"Edward Cullen… turn around, and begin walking."

There was an authority in his voice that made me lift me head and look at him. His eyes were black, midnight. In them I saw the hostile Jasper, the one that a week ago had tried to kill her. The hungry one. The one that reminded me why I left. The one that reminded me why I locked myself in a room and wouldn't feed myself. The one and only one that contained me from running to Forks now and taking her home with me. The one I will forever owe a debt to.

His eyes where pleading, yet had a sense of knowledge to them. Age.

I stared right back unable to muster enough strength to defy him. He was right and he knew it. He could see the pain of knowledge that showed on my face. He could see that he had won. His eyes lost their pleading and only held age. They watched me give up and die inside.

Feeling defeated, I groped back to the small room, not being able to see anything. He watched me with worry as I barley opened the door and re lock myself in, not finding the strength or the desire to go on longer. I felt as dead as always all anger gone. No more want to fight back. I let it consume me, the despair. I let it flood through my non-exitant veins and pour its after shock on me. The world had gone dark, the world holding nothing of interest for me anymore.

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