A/N: I totally forgot to mention that all characters belong to Ms Meyer.

Seven months later after the accident...

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EPOV:

I looked at the date the letter was posted, the date said alone sometime over half a year ago. The back of the envelope had an return address. I was torn between opening the letter and leaving it alone, it was over a year, surely the sender wouldn't need the letter, whatever they had to say would have been said by now... so it didn't matter if I read it.... the envelope was fairly anonymous, just a address on the front and one on the back for return.

I went ahead and opened it.

A part of me thought I should just ignore it and throw it away, but another part of me thought I should send it back to the return address. It was a fairly personal letter, yes I probably should have returned it unopened, but instincts told me to return it with a letter explaining why the envelope was opened.

Do people even write letters anymore? Besides this person of course.. I felt a little stupid having to explain myself to a stranger but I did it anyway.

Dear Madam,

I recently received an old letter from you dated over a year ago. I apologize for the opened envelope but in my defense, it was unmarked, so the opening was purely an accident.

I hope you're still together with Mike and all is going well, or if not, then he an idiot and doesn't know how lucky he is.

Enclosed with this letter is the letter you originally sent, apologies again,

Yours sincerely,

Edward. C

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I felt weird posting the letter but I didn't expect much to come from it, probably a letter from her again at the most, thanking me for returning it back to her. Or even scolding me for opening it.

As I walked away from postbox I soon forgot about it and went to go meet my girlfriend, Tanya.

I met her outside the Café and kissed her on the cheek like always. Today she seemed a bit distant, but she had been fairly distant for a while now, this was the first time I had seen her for a week, I knew she had started a new job and finally got some time off work.

We had been dating for 2 and a half years, her birthday had been 3 months ago and I surprised her with a weekend trip to Paris. I loved her, I trusted her so much. I had just been in a bad relationship where I was left for another guy, but when I met Tanya, she was great and understanding when I said I wanted to take the relationship slow. She helped me forgive and forget my ex. I was still a little hurt inside because she had been my first love, but being with Tanya made me forget about the pain.

We sat down in the café and I ordered a coffee and a sandwich, I had work later and I didn't like to work on a full stomach. Tanya ordered a plain salad with water. When the food arrived I happily tucked in, I was just happy to see her. She looked well and glowing, I had hoped that we would talk about her job and hopefully sort something out about us seeing each other more once she settled down.

Tanya still seemed a little distant even during the meal, but now she was picking through her salad and she never really picked at her food unless she didn't want to offend others because she didn't like what she was served, or unless she was nervous. She had ordered the salad herself so it must have meant she was nervous about something. The thought of her cheating on me or leaving me for another person never crossed my mind.

She watched as I finished the last mouthful of my sandwich and forced a smile. Only then had I noticed she'd only eaten part of her plate and barely touched her drink.

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TPOV:

He had noticed something wasn't right. It was obvious. I hadn't really touched my order. I ate a few lettuce leaves and a tomato, I was too nervous to eat. The butterflies in my stomach would not calm down. I had this planned for the last few days now, starting my new job didn't help as it stopped me from meeting Edward earlier and ultimately prolonging this meeting.

Looking at his now worried expression, I knew he would hate me after today. Soon after we met, through mutual friends, he told me how his last relationship finished. The girl had left him for another man after 4 years together and now I was about to. I hated myself for this, I had earned his trust and helped him get over her. We had been together for over 2 years and just recently, for my birthday I had been surprised with a weekend trip to Paris. I had mentioned that Paris was somewhere I had always wanted to go back when we first started dating, I was shocked that he remembered, let alone a trip there. Which made it worse. I felt guilty accepting the gift, and I felt extremely guilty throughout my whole time there.

This had to happen. I had to let him down, see his heart broken all over again. This second heartbreak being caused by me. It was unintentional, but it happened and I didn't know how to stop the other relationship.

He asked me how I was, what was wrong, he definitely knew something was wrong. I knew him fairly well, he would be thinking what he did wrong. I had thought of whether to lie to him, pretend I had to move and keep him in the dark, keep in touch via emails and occasional visits, let our relationship to drift apart. That idea was immediately dismissed and I hated myself even more for thinking of that excuse. Edward deserved the truth, his ex had just abruptly packed her things from their shared home and left him. The way he found out she was with another man was in some gossip tabloid. Although it would break all the trust he gave me throughout our relationship and cause him to build back all those walls I spent hours and weeks helping take down slowly, I knew he would rather that I tell him the truth than lie.

Despite the selfish things I did, I hoped he would finally find that girl who would never break his heart, the one who would never shit all over his parade. In time I hope he would forgive me.

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Avoiding physical contact with him, glad that the table was there and mentally preparing myself for the worst, I breathed in deep,

"Edward. I'm cheating on you."

A/N: And so the story truly begins.... in the next chapter.