Edited 08/2017

One.

I walk into the room.

He's standing there.

I look away but I don't want too.

He's beautiful.

I look back and take him in; he's wearing worn out converse, black skinny jeans, and a white shirt.

He walks around the kitchen, not noticing my staring.

He's a bad ass, my best friend, and I love him.

He doesn't know.

I wish he did.

He grabs an orange from the fridge, walks into the living room, and sits down on the couch to watch TV.

Oh how I wish I were that TV, never taking his eyes off me, enhanced.

Sighing I follow him, plopping down beside him on the couch, trying to focus on the idiotic show.

I can't.

He's right next to me.

Knee to knee.

I glance at him.

His bronzed colored hair keeps falling in front of his eyes.

He moves it.

I don't want him to.

I think it's sexy.

I want to be the one to run my fingers through his hair, brushing it out of his eyes.

"I'm leaving for college soon."

I frown.

Did he come here just to ruin my good mood? Didn't he know that it crushes my heart every time he says those words?

I look into those deep green eyes I love so much and say two words.

"I know…"

He sighs, his focus back on the TV.

I can't look at him, fearing if I do, I won't be able to let him go.

I feel is gaze on me.

I ignore him, tears in my eyes.

"How long?" I ask quietly.

He hesitates, as if not wanting to tell me. "4 weeks…"

I can't believe Edward is just telling me this now.

I'm hurt, crushed, and broken, realizing it's too soon.

Suddenly I'm very angry.

"You're bothering to tell me this now?" I try to stay calm but my anger is increasing.

"Bella-" I know he's fighting for me to understand.

But I don't, it's all too much.

"Don't!" I interrupt.

I close my eyes, taking a deep breath, trying not to burst into tears in front of him.

That's the last thing I need, to have him see me that way.

I'm still staring at the floor, still feeling his gaze on the side of my pale face.

I knew this day would come.

I didn't know it would all hit me so fast.

Realizing I have to get out of here, I get up from the couch, and walk out the front door, tripping on the porch steps.

I take a shaky breath.

I break into a run, tears suddenly running down my face.

I flashback to summer vacation not too long ago with Edward and I splashing each other with the ocean water.

It was the day he took me to the beach.

Back then I wasn't worried about how my senior year would pan out, or about being away from Edward the day he goes off to college.

I come back to reality just in time for me to trip again.

Falling to my knees, not bothering to get up I start sobbing.

My heart is breaking even more.

It's raining now.

I don't care. But I should.

I close my eyes, listening to the sounds around me. It calms me down.

I hear footsteps, I know its Edward.

"Damn, Bella! Are you crazy?" He's mad.

I don't answer him, my eyes still closed.

"You scared me." He says so softly I almost don't hear him.

I open my eyes and start walking back to my house, not saying a word.

He follows.

I stop him.

"I need some time to clear my head." I tell him.

He nods.

He looks back at me as if he wants to say something, decides against it and heads to his car.

I hear the engine start, tires rotating on pavement just before the acceleration.

He's gone.

I feel like a bitch.

Walking into my house, up to my bathroom and look at myself in the mirror.

Feeling disappointed with my appearance, I strip and enter the shower.

This also calms me.

After feeling calm, I dress in a black pullover, and dark blue jeans.

I brush my dark brown hair, and put mascara on the eyelashes of my chocolate brown eyes.

I shouldn't have made Edward leave like that.