All this is based on Stephenie Meyer's Series

Bella lay in her sleep. She seemed to move slightly now and again. I just watched her sleep. Her mahogany hair rested on the pillow, framing her beautiful face.

She whispered my name now and again, but in a different tone, then her regular one. I couldn't describe it. It wasn't painful or passionate. But it wasn't cold either. It was just normal, casual.

I sat on the floor, underneath her window. My knees were scrunched up to my body. I didn't know what I was doing there. Was I just causing her more pain than she already had? I would never forget her look in the forest:

I kissed Bella. Her eyes were closed. As my lips caressed with her forehead, I flashed back to the way her eyes looked to me when I told her I was leaving without her.

Her eyes whispered, practically begged me to stay. It was heartbreaking. My guilt had grown stronger from her look. I fought with myself, as I had for the past week on my decision. I had breathed in, to help myself. The wind blew, ruffling her hair playfully. The scent caught me again. It was tempting, mouth-watering. Her eyes were hard enough, but now the heavens were trying to remind me of her scent.

I had to stay. I was just hurting myself and her by leaving... No I had to go. It would help her, if I distanced myself from her…

I winced at the memory.I knew I was just hurting myself by being there. A little voice whispered in my head, reminding me that I was hurting Bella even more. I ignored it. I already knew that, so why did I have to be reminded?

Bella turned onto her side, her arm stretching on to her pillow. She smiled in ecstasy.

"I love you," she whispered.

I stared at her, anxiety building in me. She loved me. Obviously, I knew that. I knew she would still love me after I was gone. However, the way she said it, was out of some emotion I couldn't comprehend. I didn't know why she was whispering to me, with that peaceful, anger-free tone.

I left my face blank, watching her smile. Bella was relaxed and tense-free. Unlike me, who was a total wreck. In her sleep, she breathed deeply, then she whispered something else, that made me slump in guilt.

"Edward, you'll always be mine," I felt my face change to one of pure rage. Not towards her, but to myself. How could I leave her? How could I even have thought of this?

I decided to leave at that moment. I was causing her enough grief as it was. Then, as I sat on the window sill to switch my side of the wall, she whispered again, and this time, her face changed.

"Please don't go!" she said. Pain twisted in her face. I just stared at her. I just watched her, feeling her pain.

I whispered to myself, to low for human ears, "I have to." Her face morphed in anguish.

"Why?" she asked. I stared at her, stunned that she heard me.

"It's best for you," I replied solemnly.

"No," she snapped faintly.

"Yes, it has to be, after Jasper…" I started.

"I don't care about Jasper, I just care about…you," she then sobbed in her sleep.

I held myself. I couldn't break down now. I had to leave.

"Good bye," I said. I love you, I thought.

"No, don't go," she said. I just turned and left. I didn't look back, in fear of her visible pain.

I walked away from her house, letting the misery take me in. A light wind blew

my hair in front of my face. It seemed to whisper to me, Look. I obeyed, willingly taking one last glimpse of the window that led to her. To my love. To my Bella. At that moment, I heard her scream as she woke from her sleep. Charlie woke with a start, running to Bella's room.

"Bella what's wrong?" he asked frantically.

I ignored the rest, going from a walk to a run. The speed dulled the pain, which I knew would catch up with me, eventually. For now, all I could do was run…