Like the saying goes, "this is my first attempt at a fic, please don't hate me..."

I don't own anything. Thanks for Twilight and such, . ;-)

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Do you remember when we were just kids

And cardboard boxes took us miles from what we would miss

Schoolyard conversations taken to heart

And laughter took the place of everything we knew we were not?

Amazing how life turns out the way that it does

We end up hurting the worst, the only ones we really love.

-Anberlin, Inevitable

Prologue. April 13th.

Its funny how one well placed remark can send you on a downward spiral to the land of doubt.

You want to trust the person you love, but after all the unresolved fights and the sleepless nights...its so much easier to accept the lies.

At what point does forgiveness give way to resentment?

How long does it take before all the bullshit behavior isn't cute anymore?

7 months ago, to the day, I met the love of my life.

7 months...

213.057949 days...

5113.39078 hours...

I was the girlfriend of Edward Anthony Cullen, of the New York Cullens. Handsome Socialite. Eldest son to the Cullen family legacy.

It was never about the money, which I thought he spent like it was going out of style, but when your family has more money than God (even in this economy) how could you blame him? I knew from the moment Edward and I were in the same room, he was the one for me. Everything about him fascinated me. Consumed me. His crooked grin, my sunlight. His kisses, my oxygen. In such a short time, he had become my world. My happiness. But the best part was that everything that he had become for me, I was the same for him.

But everything was different now.

Here I was in his ridiculously lavish penthouse apartment. Our Apartment... Sitting at the window seat with my bags resting by my feet. Staring the door. Staring at nothing. Waiting for him to arrive. Waiting to say goodbye.

Being in love isn't supposed to be like this. This hard. This much work...

Am I giving up?

Its not like I didn't try... It's not like I haven't been trying.

I could hear his frantic footsteps echoing in the hallway outside...Racing to the door.

It wouldn't be long now...

A jingle of his keys...

5.....

4....

3...

2..

1.

Edward stood in the doorway. Keeping me inside. He looked the same as he always does; fabulous, even in disarray. His posture was menacing. His jaw was set and clenched and his arms supported his tall frame by bracing himself on both sides. Even though I was so many feet away, he still towering over me...But his eyes...those emerald eyes I adore were so sad.

"Bella, we have to talk about this. Please, let me fix this. I love you."

I don't know how many moments passed. How long we stared at each other.

As much as I wanted to take it all back, to go into our bedroom, unpack my things, and just make love to him.

I couldn't. There was nothing more for me to give.

I was a black girl dating a rich white guy and his family couldn't stand it.

And at the end of the day, there is only so much you can take.