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(Hello my name is Laura. This story was written for a contest that I entered. I hope you like it.)

BPOV

"Bella, we're leaving."

I took a deep breath, too. This was an acceptable option. I thought I was prepared. But I still
had to ask.

"Why now? Another year¬"

"Bella, it's time. 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 soon regardless."

His answer confused me. I thought the point of leaving was to let his family live in peace.
Why did we have to leave if they were going? I stared at him, trying to understand what he
meant.

He stared back coldly.

With a roll of nausea, I realized I'd misunderstood.

"When you say we¬," I whispered.

"I mean my family and myself." Each word separate and distinct.

I shook my head back and forth mechanically, trying to clear it. He waited without any sign
of impatience. It took a few minutes before I could speak.

"Okay," I said. "I'll come with you."

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

"Where you are is the right place for me."

"I'm no good for you, Bella."

"Don't be ridiculous." I wanted to sound angry, but it just sounded like I was begging.
"You're the very best part of my life."

"My world is not for you," he said grimly.

"What happened with Jasper that was nothing, Edward! Nothing!"

"You're right," he agreed. "It was exactly what was to be expected."

"You promised! In Phoenix, you promised that you would stay¬"

"As long as that was best for you," he interrupted to correct me.

"No! This is about my soul, isn't it?" I shouted, furious, the words exploding out of
me somehow it still sounded like a plea. "Carlisle told me about that, and I don't care,
Edward. I don't care! You can have my soul. I don't want it without you it's yours already!"

He took a deep breath and stared, unseeingly, at the ground for a long moment. His mouth
twisted the tiniest bit. When he finally looked up, his eyes were different, harder like the
liquid gold had frozen solid.

"Bella, I don't want you to come with me." He spoke the words slowly and precisely, his cold
eyes on my face, watching as I absorbed what he were really saying.

There was a pause as I repeated the words in my head a few times, sifting through them for
their real intent.

"You... don't... want me?" I tried out the words, confused by the way they sounded, placed
in that order.

"No."

I awoke from the same dream I have been having for months. I was no longer bothered by this dream. I no longer woke up in the middle of the night screaming.

I lay in my bed staring up at my ceiling trying to forget my horrible dream. I was a changed person now. Edward Cullen was no longer a part of my life.

I was free.

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Okay I know I didn't write most of that but I promise from now on the rest of it is one hundred percent mine.