Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight.

Um this came to me…. It's just- you wouldn't understand.

Bella Swan

I was texting Edward. Damn business meeting. I was sitting in my office when I got the text message that sent me into tears. I always promised myself I would never cry over a guy. I broke it.

I'm sorry. I can't even say it, text it.

The tears were falling down. I felt like everyone was staring at me. When in reality, I was alone in my office.

Edward, if you're gonna break up with me, you can text it.

The tears came down like a downpour.

I'm breaking up with you. I'm sorry. I never wanted to do this.

I set my phone down and I ran. I ran out of my office, I ran to the one person that would make me feel better. My boss. My best friend. My brother's fiancé. I knocked on her door.

"Come in!" She yelled. I opened the door hastily and shut it.

"I need to talk." I said softly, trying hard for her not to hear in my voice that I'm crying. I had my head down.

"About what Bells?" She asked. Another round of tears came as I tried to tell her.

"He broke up with me." I said quickly.

"Oh Bella. Come here sweetie." She said standing up. I walked over to her and hugged her and cried. Minutes passed, Rosalie just hugging me and telling me that he doesn't deserve me.

"Let's go clean you up then we can go to family dinner." Rosalie said pulling me to the bathroom. When we got to the bathroom, everyone looked at me.

"I'm gonna go get your makeup bag." She said and I nodded. I walked over to the corner of the bathroom and leaned against the wall. There was a bench in the other room, which is the 'makeup room'. I don't get it but whatever. I walked in there and sat on the bench. I leaned back on the wall and cried.

"Hunny, it's ok. By the way, he's left you two voicemails and a jillion texts and he keeps calling you." Rosalie said handing me my phone and my makeup bag. I nodded. I looked at my phone.

I'm sorry. I found someone else. You're too young for me.

Whoa! Too young? I'm 25, Edward is 28. How is that too young? I deleted him off my contacts, all of his texts, his voicemails. His pictures. He was calling me, mother fucker. I picked up the call. Here comes the bitch. I'm a bitch to my ex boyfriends.

"What do you want?" I snapped. He's not gonna know I'm crying.

"I'm sorry Bella. Alice is 28 and she gets me." He said. I could hear that he was holding back tears.

"So she does drugs?" I asked.

"Yeah." He said meekly.

"Whatever asshole. I'm picking up my stuff when I get off of work, I'll bring your stuff to you." I hung up. The tears made their way back.

"You told that boy." Rosalie said. I nodded and started fixing my makeup. Rosalie and I walked to my car.

"Thanks Rose. I'll see you in at family dinner?" I asked. She nodded. "Let them know I'm gonna be late." I added.

"Will do." She said as I rolled up my window and sped off to my apartment. We all lived on the same street… Edward lives across the street. I parked in front and ran up the stairs. I unlocked my door and ran around my apartment gathering his shit. I put it all in a box and carried it to his apartment. It was hot out. Just the way I like it…year round. I walked up his steps and knocked on his door.

Instead of Edward answering it was a girl about 4 foot 9; if that. Yeah I'm a bitch. I never said I was nice.

"Hi, I'm Alice. You must be Bella. Listen, I'm sorry. I didn't know Edward had a girlfriend. He never talked about you. I'm really sorry." Alice said. She seems nice, or like a druggy but whatever.

"Hi. It's ok. I'd shake your hand but I'm holding Edward's box of shit and I really want to get my box of shit so I can go to family dinner." I said.

"Ok." She said opening the door and letting me in. I looked at Alice.

"He's in his room packing your box. You know where it is." She said as she shut the door. I walked in there not bothering to knock.

"Hey. Here's your shit, now give me mine. I'm missing dinner for you." I said. His back was towards me. He turned around, tears in his eyes.

"I'm sorry." He said. I nodded as he sat my box on the floor. I looked at my hand, my promise ring. I took the ring off and dropped it on the floor.

"I hate you." I said as I got the box from the floor and walked out the apartment.

"Good luck and nice meeting you Alice." I said.

"Likewise. I wish it was on better terms, we could've been best friends. By the way, your really pretty." Alice said.

"Thanks." I mumbled and walked away.

I walked with my box of shit to my apartment and I set it on my couch. I grabbed a pair of shorts and a tank top and flip flops. I don't wanna wear heals and a dress to dinner. My nieces are gonna be there. Peter and Emmett Swan are my brothers, my mom killed herself when I was 14. So I got tough. One girl in a house of 3 boys.