Alone adj 1: separated from others 2: not including anyone or anything else

syn solitary, lonely, isolated.

"Carlisle, we can't stay here any longer. What I have with Bella is not right for her. I need to stop this, now." We were sitting in his office while the rest of the family was out hunting. The rare sunshine broke through the clouds and shone brightly into the large glass wall. I stared at my arm as the rainbows glittered out from it. It was a trait that I'd seen in action countless times before, and by now it just bored me. I looked back up to meet Carlisle's eyes, but I found him turned away from me and facing out the window. I tuned out his thoughts, allowing him to make his decision without my hearing. He turned back to me and agilely stacked the papers cluttering his desk.

"Well then, Edward, this is a big change you're suggesting here." He didn't meet my eyes in saying this. "And I can't help but think you're overreacting. But I know you are capable of making decisions that will best benefit you, and of course Bella." I winced, hearing her name. Carlisle took note of that in his mind and kept quiet, waiting for my response. I had made my decision the night before, on her birthday, and worked on my detachment since then.

"Thank you, Carlisle. So, when will we be leaving?" He took a large unneeded breath and steadied himself before speaking.

"Well, I'd say we should stay for another week and then all pull out together. I'm sure everyone would like to express their farewell to her." I sat upright from my slightly slouched position in response. He paused, waiting.

"I've been thinking a lot about this. Do you remember when we were in Phoenix in the hospital? You spoke to the doctor and he explained that the bone had 'a clean break' and that it would heal better, faster. I'd think it would be the same for her now. I think you all should leave first and then I stay behind to tell her we were leaving." Carlisle was still, but nodded.

"You just might be correct. How soon should we leave, then?"

"As soon as possible." Carlisle nodded again as I walked out of the room, the rest of our family approaching in the distance.

I couldn't force the meeting from my thoughts as I drove toward Denali. I regained my composure and continued driving, when another flashback hit me.

We gathered in the dining room just as everyone arrived. The only exception was Alice. She had locked herself in her room without a word upon seeing our plan. I sat at the head of the table in place of Carlisle. This was my meeting.

"We're leaving." I silenced after that simple sentence, and watched as each person registered my statement and turned on me. Rosalie was the first to speak.

"And why is that, Edward? When was this decision made? We've always decided things such as this together. Why, may I ask, is it that we're being forced?" She was glaring at me while Emmett sat dutifully beside her, trying to calm her with gentle coos.

"It was a mistake that I should have ever gotten so attached to Bella. I see now the potential dangers of having her involved in our world, and I know now that it should be ended. If it were possible to stop this without leaving, we would, but it's just not an option. We need to do what's best for her." Rosalie was about to rebuttal, when we heard a large crash ring out through the house. Alice burst from her room and appeared less than a foot in front of me. She poked my chest while she spoke and her face twisted more and more into a deadly glare.

"No, Edward! It's not what's best for her. You're what's best for her. You two need each other! I can already see how you are. I've seen you change right before my eyes. I didn't notice it right after the party seeing as I was fully concentrated on Jasper, but after everything was settled, I saw it was too late! You're not happy. And god knows she won't be happy with this decision either!" She walked toward me, forcing me to step backwards into the front living room.

Carlisle stepped up. "I think he's right. What ever he thinks is best for her is the only thing we have to work with. He knows her best." Esme nodded at his side. Alice roared and ran back up to her room, the door now severely damaged. Carlisle came to my rescue. "At any rate, we would need to move soon. We're all claiming particularly older than we look. It's as good a time as ever." Emmett and Rosalie had stopped attending school, so they gave in and nodded. The final count was Esme, Carlisle, Emmett, Rosalie, and I, and Jasper with Alice opposing. Within the next few days, a house was found and my family was gone. All that was left was the house, a small supply of clothes for me, and my Volvo.

I blinked heavily, focusing my sight. I swung the steering wheel to the left just in time to make the slow curve that I had nearly driven off of. I sighed, taking note of the now dark landscape and turned on my headlights. I did not listen to music, just sat in the depressing silence. Every once and a while, I would place my hand in on the center area, as if to take hold of her hand. With a tinge of pain, I would realize she was gone and that I wouldn't see her again. Wouldn't feel her again. Before dawn broke, I arrived at the new house, pulling into the garage at the side of the house. I walked into the house and found my room. Carlisle and Esme greeted me, as well as Emmett. Alice was ignoring me, still obviously mad at me for making us move in the first place. Jasper stood at her side as usual, and Rose had never been the welcoming committee type. Closing the door behind me, I walked into my room. I shut the shade of the large window there and put in a CD. I sat and listened until my thirst got to me.

Trying my hardest not to break anything, I ran out the back door and into the woods, attacking the first animal I saw, an elk. Throughout my hunt, I became more and more disgusted. I cursed myself for trying to be something I wasn't. I hated myself and became more and more angry. I killed everything I saw, punching holes in the ground and running off into directions that didn't concern me. I collapsed to the ground, sobbing to myself.

A/N: Here's the chapter. I've got to admit, writing this is difficult. The first chapter was particularly easy, but this one was a bit more of a challenge. I had an epiphany for the beginning dictionary/ thesaurus entry in the middle of the flashback to his conversation with Carlisle, and I really like it. It seems to make you think even before you start reading, as far as I'm concerned. I'm happy with it, but I'm terrified you won't be. Please though, let me know what you thought. But, ff you could, have mercy on me because:

I had school today and was up at six in the morning.

I got home today and was horribly tired, and still am.

I am trying to have a somewhat intelligent conversation with my aunt who lives three thousand miles away from me.

My father keeps popping in while I'm in mid sentence and hints at me to come and watch a mindless sitcom with him.

I just got done beta reading a humorous story my friend wrote, which did not exactly put me in a mood to write such a depressing chapter.

None of these variables will disappear any time in the near future, so I can't just put it off for now.

Special super-duper thanks to CaffineYankee for the most helpful review ever. You are the best. I have to ask where your screen name just came from, but now I relate to it. I don't get much sleep, so the caffine from coffee is my best friend.

Thanks to everyone else who reviewed as well.

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