I got on the first plane to Pheonix. The flight seemed to go by very fast, and I took a taxi to my old apartment; the one I used to live at with my mom, and, later on, Phil. I rattled with the keys a while until I managed to get the door open.

And he was there.

He was standing a few feet in front of me, still in his suit. What a scene – ugly, broken girl in her wedding dress, and a handsome man in his suit.

I looked into his eyes, and a few traitor tears left mine. I regained my composure, my eyes never leaving his.

"Bella. I'm sorry", he said, taking a few steps closer to me.

I flinched, which seemed to cause pain him. Why? As he took those steps closer to me, I took a few steps back until my back hit the door. Why'd I close the door?

"Why are you here?", I whispered very quietly, my eyes locked on the ground. I could not look at him.

"Bella", he said. I hated how he could say my name and make me melt. "I still love you".

I let out a dry chuckle, "Hm".

"I'm not lying. Bella, I love you more than anything", he said, walking closer to me.

"You left", I sobbed out, my hand covering my mouth.

"I know, love. Bella – I saw your face as you walked down that aisle. You didn't want to get married. I couldn't force you to do so", he said, standing right in front of me, now.

My eyes shot up at him, "How could you say that? I love you – I love you too much. You left. I had been looking forward to this day for so long. To be married to you – to be with you, forever".

"Bella…", he whispered, and put his hand on my face, and softly kissed my lips.

I kissed him back, before snapping into reality. I put my hands onto his shoulders and pushed back – he didn't budge, but I manage to create some space between us. However, my head managed to hit the closed door, and I let out a gasp of pain. Again, why did I close the damn door?

"No, Edward," I said, my eyes closed. "You can't just kiss me, and think you can make all of this go away. You could have told me, asked me, anything but have left me. Besides, I agreed to marry. It was my decision too. How could you do this?!" I yelled, and felt a few more tears escape my eyes.

He was silent.

"Why aren't you - " I started, but then stopped. I felt the blood trickle down from my forehead, and the disgusting scent hit my nose. I looked at him, and he seemed…frozen.

I couldn't move, either.

The blood made its way down my neck, but I stopped it's flow with my hand right as it was going to stain my dress. My hand was right over my heart. Edward looked at me, his eyes dark.

"Why did you place your hand there?" he whispered, looking at me.

I hesitated at first, but I had to say it – I still loved him, and as a fool in love, I believed that he loved me, too. "Because I plan on using this dress again."

He looked into my eyes. "Really?" he asked.

"Really," I said, walking over to him. I hesitantly kissed him on the lips. I know it took a lot for him to ignore my flowing blood, but he did as he kissed me back.

That is when I knew he meant every word he had said.