Just a little warning: This story is a flash back and so has the dialogue from New Moon, when Edward elaves Bella. The Dialogue in italics is Stephanie Myers work and will only eb used for this chapter because, as i said, it is a flashback.

Disclaimer: I do not own Edward (though i do wish!) or Bella or Alice, or any of the Cullens. I also do not own the writing in italics

Final Scene

It had been eight months since my family and I had left Forks. Eight long, excruciating, tormenting months. I had overestimated my self control as always. I had been selfish and left Bella, to protect her.

I could remember her birthday party. She had been opening her presents and received a paper cut. A paper cut. In anyone elses house the worst scenario was that they didn't have a band aid or she got a drop of blood on her shirt. With my familya paper cut meant a blood bath. Her scent had hit my brother Jasper and he acted on instincts, going for Bella to drain her dry. I reacted on my instincts pushing her back, where she landed on a glass table. Jasper felt guilty about it later, he did want o be a monster but was just to new at our vegetarian lifestyle to resist any human blood, let along Bellas. Her blood was stronger than anything any of my family or many other vampires had encountered, and it was a thousand times worse for me. That night I had made my decision about me and Bella.

The final scene played out in my head for the millionth time.

I had asked her to go for a walk with me, into the reserve behind her house. I had to say the hardest words of my existence.

'Bella, we're leaving.'

As the words registered she looked suprised. 'Why now? Another year-'

'Bella its times. How much longer could we stay in Forks after all? Carlisle can barely pass for thirty, and he's claiming thirty three now. We'd have to start over regardless.'

My words seemed to sink in, the pain became clear. 'When you say we-,'

I winced internally as I said, 'I mean my family and myself.'

She shook her head. Several minutes passed before she spoke. 'Okay. I'll come with you.'

'You can't, Bella. Where we're going. . . It's not the right place for you.'

'Where you are going is the right place for me.'

'I'm no good for you Bella.'

'Don't be ridiculous. You're the very best part of my life.' I could hear the pleading in her voice.

'My world is not for you.'

'What happened with Jasper—that was nothing, Edward! Nothing!'

'You're right. It was exactly what was to be expected.'

'You promised! In Phoenix, you promised that you would stay--'

I interrupted. 'As long as that was best for you.'

'No! This is about my soul isn't it? Carlisle told me about that, and I don't care, Edward. I don't care! You can have my soul. I don't want I without you—it's yours already.'

I took a deep breath, staring as the ground trying to compose myself. I knew Bella would not drop this, the same way I wouldn't if the roles were reversed. There was only way to make her forget me, and it would wound her completely, killing me to do it. I put on a mask, speaking cooldy now.

'Bella I don't want you to come with me.'

There was a moment as she absorbed my words. 'You. . . don't. . . want me?'

'No.' I stared back at her, unwaveringly. I saw the pain flash in her eyes as she tried to compose herself.

'Well, that changes things.'

I glanced off into the trees I couldn't look at Bella and say these things, not seeing the pain I was causing her, 'Of course, I'll always love you. . . in a way. But what happened the other night made me realise that it's time for a change. Because I'm… tired of pretending to be something I'm not, Bella. I am not human.' I looked at her now. This was one of the first truthful things I was going to say today. 'I've let this go on too long, and I'm sorry for that.'

'Don't. Don't do this.'

I stared at her, using every reserve of self control I had not to fall to my knees and beg her to forget what I said. That this was all lies. I knew Bella would beg if she thought it would help. And it would. If she begged or cried I would not be able to cope. I would not resist the urge let my façade fall and take her in my arms. I kept my face clean of all emotions. 'You're not good for me, Bella.'

Again my words sliced her. The pain was visible in her eyes, but like me, she would not show it. It pained me how she could believe this. Had all the times I declared my love for her fallen past her? Did she believe that one day I could love her and the next not. How could she think she was not good enough for me, when it was the reverse. It was I who was not good enough for her. She was the kind and innocent one, who was willing to risk her safety to make me happy. She had done so much to make me happy, and now it was my turn to return the favour. Now she was hurting but it was better for her in the long run.

'If. . . that's what you want.'

I nodded.

If she was going along with this I was going to make her promise me something. I didn't care if I had to dazzle her into promising, and that would be too cruel and too much for me to bear, she had to promise me. 'I would like to ask one favour, though, if that's not too much.'

'Anything.'

I knew she meant it. I knew I let my emotions show for a minute. How much she obviously loved me. I had just cut her permanently, and still she would do what I asked. I had to recompose myself before I continued.

I let the emotions enter my voice now. I needed her to keep this promise. 'Don't do anything reckless or stupid. Do you understand what I'm saying?' If anything happened to her I would not forgive myself. 'I'm thinking of Charlie, of course. He needs you. Take care of yourself—for him.'

Take care of yourself for me Bella. If anything happens to you I will not be able to bare it. I will not survive that. And deep down I hoped to have a chance to beg her to forgive me, in the future. I was only able to say any of this because she was still alive. But if she died I would not live, that hadn't changed. And if anyone hurt her, I would make sure they paid.

'I will.'

I was about to make a promise that I didn't know if I was going to be able to keep. 'And I'll make you a promise in return. I promise that this will be the last time you'll see me. I won't come back. I won't put you through anything like this again. You can go on with your life without anymore interference from me. It will be as if I never existed.' And I would make sure it was. I would remove all evidence of my existence. The photos, the presents, the CD. I would wipe clean everything that could remind her of me. I didn't want to cause her anymore pain.

Don't worry. You're human—your memory is no more than a sieve. Time heals all wounds for your kind.' I was torn between wanting to believe that and hoping it was a lie. I did not want Bella to experience pain, but I didn't want her to forget me, not really. I wanted her, even now. How did I plan to live without her?

'And your memories?'

'Well, I won't forget. But my kind. . . we're every easily distracted.' I said distracted suggestively. I hope she took the hint as, that I would be with other women. It was a lie of course. And it would hurt her. But if she thought I was with other people maybe she would move on faster. I wanted Bella to be happy, she deserved nothing less. 'That's everything I suppose. We won't bother you again.'

'Alice isn't coming back.'

The pain again. How could I hurt the woman I love so much and still be standing. Inside I was torn and bleeding myself. Every ounce of pain I saw in Bellas eyes, I felt myself. I almost crumpled to the floor under the weight of it all.

'No. They're all gone. I stayed behind to tell you good bye.'

'Alice is gone?'

I hated myself for not allowing my sister to say good bye to Bella. It had hurt them both, and I didn't think I could stand being the cause of Bellas pain anymore. 'She wanted to say goodbye, but I convinced her that a clean break would be better for you.'

I had said all I could say. If I stayed any longer it would just hurt her more. 'Good bye Bella.'

'Wait.'

I saw her hands reaching out for mine and grabbed her wrists, pinning them to the side. I f I allowed her to cling to me, I would break. It was taking every ounce I had to keep it up. Her pain was too much for me to bear. I never wanted to my Bella in that sort of agony, least of all at my hands. I pressed my lips gently to her forehead. I need one last kiss to get me through. In the kiss I mesmerized her scent, the intoxicating floral scent that was so strong, unique and inviting.

'Take care of yourself.'

I turned and ran and fast as I could. I was faster than ordinary vampires, but this time I think I went faster than I ever had. I was no longer running, but fleeing. Fleeing from the temptation to tell Bella the truth, from her pain and from what I had done.

The whole run I could not get her face out my head. The pain had been so visible in her eyes, and I doubted I could ever forget it, even if I lived for another hundred years.

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