Chapter One:

Bella's POV

I stood on the stone steps, my hands trembling. The cold wind was whipping my hair around, and I shivered; the thin sweater doing nothing to keep the chilly August wind off me. My nerves were going crazy, and I was holding onto my last shred of composure. I was standing in front of a man that had promised to love me and take care of through everything, and now…now he was leaving. I looked up at him as he cleared his throat; his eyes showed no emotion. The love I had seen there so many times was gone, and I wondered silently to myself if I had imagined it. I was so desperate for someone to love me. Had I pushed him too far? I swallowed thickly, my bottom lip trembling as I opened my mouth to speak, but he raised a hand to silence me.

"Don't," he said, his voice hard, "you'll only make it worse."

"Edward…what am I supposed to do without you?"

He scoffed quietly and took a step back, and I felt my heart drop deeper in my chest.

"You'll be fine, Isabella."

I flinched. In the six years we had been together, he had never called me by my whole name; for the exception of two months ago, when he proposed. Had so much really changed in such little time? Two months ago he was willing to spend the rest of his life with me; now he was walking away forever.

"Edward—" I started but he growled.

"I said stop it, damn it! How do I have to say it for you to understand me? I don't love you anymore. I made a mistake, okay? I don't want to fucking be with you anymore, can you understand that?"

That was all it took. Tears pooled quickly into my eyes and I took a staggering step backwards, but my feet collided with the steps. I stumbled backwards, falling on the hard pavement, thankfully catching myself on the hands. I looked up at him as tears rained down my face. He looked so unaffected as I literally crumbled underneath him. I shook my head as my hands went to my ears, my palms covering them as I started to sob.

"You don't mean that," I cried softly.

"Fuck," I heard him mutter.

He knelt down, and I looked at him hopefully, waiting for him to smile and say it was all a terrible joke. But he didn't. He put his hands on my shoulders, giving me a rough shake. I looked at him with wide eyes, scared; heartbroken—innocent.

"I mean every single word," he said slowly, "I don't love you, Isabella. I…"

He seemed to pause for a moment, and I thought he was changing his mind, but his eyes hardened and he met my own tearful ones.

"I don't think I ever did. It was a mistake. I'm sorry."

His hands slowly let go of my shoulders and he stood up. I looked up at him, wordlessly begging him not to go; not to leave me. A mistake? A six year long mistake? Was that seriously possible? But all he did was shrug of his jacket. It was his favorite. It was a long peacoat; almost looked like a trench coat. He dropped it around my shoulders and smoothed out the leather jacket he had underneath. He ran his hands through his hair, and looked away.

"Go home, okay? It's freezing."

And that was it. Those were the last words he said before he walked up the two stone steps, and walking across the bridge, with his hands deep in his pockets. I sobbed loudly, unable to hold it in anymore as I slipped my hands into his jacket. I drew my legs close to my chest as I turned to look at him. I hoped he was watching me, but all I saw was his back as he walked out of my life.

A/N: This story is also posted on Twilighted, but will be discontinued from there and posted here.

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