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Bella's POV

Anger and Sadness

I attract unwanted things. Not for other people, but for myself also. Why in the world are they even in Phoenix? Out of all the places I run into them here. The company MCH is not in Phoenix. It was in Idaho, Boise, or at least that's where the head company is.

MCH was a famous company that the Cullen's and their adopted children own. They all took their real name now, I guess. Of course everyone knows them. They've been the head company of USA… since a few years ago. Right after Edward graduated for school

The Cullens are a family I've known before. I've dated their so call "son". And he literally left me dead.

That sounded a little exaggerated? Trust me, it's not. But, we barely dated for a year and then he suddenly disappeared.

I've never actually gotten over the fact. I'm still in love with him, I'll admit that. But do I want to? No, I don't. It's just what my heart aches for, but it's not getting what it wants.

It hurts when I know he doesn't want me, it was obvious. But the fact that I had to see it for myself was just painful. The proposal with her, I had to be there to see it. That was just… excruciating.

My anger flared and my hands tightened onto the grip of the wheels as I tried to stop the unwanted tears from falling.

I slammed on the breaks as soon as I got to my house. I jumped out of the car and stomped my way to the door. Opened the door and slammed it so hard everything on the wall was shaking.

As soon as I got passed that, I let the tears fall out and I sobbed.

I told myself, over and over that I'd get over this, but I didn't. I sobbed even more because I knew why I didn't. He was my first love, and one that I could never forget. He showed me the way of love is. Cheesy isn't it? But most of my life before is either… unrealistic or just plain cheesy.

He was perfect in every way possible. That made me fall for him even more. I barely had a year with him before he broke up with me and left.

After that, I went insane. And I'm not kidding. But that brought me where I am today.

I finally wiped my tears and walked to the sofa, shoved a pillow onto my face and just hoped I'd wake up from this dream.

I finally gave up and sighed. This wasn't a moment to be crying. I shouldn't be crying.

I threw my pillow to the right of my and winced at the smashed sound that also came from my right.

"I hope it's nothing something important," I mumbled as I got up.

I walked up to the smashed vase. I sighed and picked up the broken pieces and piled them into my hand.

I walked to the nearest garbage can and dumped them in there.

I finally sunk down next to the trash can and started mumbling to myself.

The main idea of what I was mumbling was something about, "What did I do?"

Everything happened so fast. I barely knew what was happening. In one day, many things changed.

After one damned evening he changed so dramatically. At first, I noticed something but I couldn't quite figure out what. But when I did figure it out… it was all ready too late for anything.

With that, I decided it was enough mourning for today and went to bed.

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