DISCLAIMER: I obviously don't own any of the Cullens or Swans or any other vampire, (except for those I might mention that are in no way familiar) just in case you're wondering.
"Edward, I'm sorry!" I shouted to his back. He twisted around, a sneer disfiguring his angelic features while his eyes snarled silently.
"You're sorry? Yeah, those two little words are going to make a huge difference. 'Edward, I'm sorry for letting Mike Newton take my shirt off and stuff his tongue down my throat,'" he said, his tone sarcastic and hurt. He barked a single mirthless laugh.
"You know it wasn't my fault!" I screamed at him.
"Yeah, right. Go tell your sob story to Mike. I'm gone!" he shouted back. He turned around and stalked off.
"Edward, come back!" I shrieked. He didn't turn around. I fell to my knees and stared at the puddles that gathered in front of me. I curled into a ball and sobbed. He was gone again. But, I didn't have Jake or Jessica this time. I might not make it through this time. The pain reared back and fell over me like a wave. I was drowning in the pain and the fear. I struggled to reach the surface, but I did. I stood up, clutching myself to keep from falling apart. I walked home to go on with my life. I knew that I wouldn't go through life with a smile on my face or a song bubbling from my lips. I would probably go through it with a scream in my throat and a new hole in my chest. Again. I just wondered if he'd ever come back.