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Beta'd by SunflowerFran, who is a wonderful human being.
Prologue
I was halfway across campus when I caught a glimpse of bronze.
His hair.
It was unmistakable.
No one else had hair that colour; so wild and untamed.
I knew it well.
Too well.
How soft it felt between my fingers, how it tickled when he fell asleep with his head on my chest and how it always smelled so good.
"Bella."
Just then, someone knocked into me and I looked around, startled to find that I'd stopped walking, my legs frozen and my heart pounding.
"Bella," He repeated.
That voice.
I knew that voice, dreamed about it, fantasised about it. I turned, and despite knowing that he would be standing there, I had to stifle a gasp.
"Edward."
His name fell from my lips before I could stop them, shock overruling rational thought.
Gone were the deep purple shadows that had been under his eyes when I'd seen him the month before. His cheeks were no longer sunken and his eyes remained, as they always had been, a vibrant, shining jade.
It made me my heart ache.
How could he just be okay when I'd been struggling just to get out of bed each morning; my mind tired and my heart heavy?
"What do you want Edward?" Anger was evident in my tone … I had stopped being sad weeks ago, the last of my sorrow drying up about the same time as my tears had. Now I was angry. For what he'd done, for what he said.
But mostly for what he didn't.
He shifted nervously, running his hands through his penny coloured hair and clearing his throat. "I wanted to talk to you."
My eyes narrowed and my hands fisted at my sides. "You're too late."
"Too late?" he echoed, his voice full of shock. I wanted to scoff. Of course, he'd think that I would wait for him, that I'd just drop everything and go running back into his arms. Two months ago I might have, but not now.
"Weeks too late, months too late. I'm done," I said, my voice void of all emotion. I moved to walk around him, determined to find a bathroom before I broke down in the middle of the quad, only to be stopped by his hand wrapping around my wrist.
"You can't be done, Bella. Please." His eyes were wide, pleading, in much the same way as I'd pleaded with him, only to have him turn his back on me.
"Goodbye Edward," I whispered, pulling my arm out of his grip and avoiding his gaze. "I wish you well."
"Bella!" he shouted but made no move to follow, and for that I was grateful. My shoulders hunching under the force his gaze on my back as I walked away, my head down as my body produced tears I didn't think would ever come again.
I hated Edward Cullen.
I hated him because I loved him.
I hated him because he didn't love me back.
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