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CHAPTER 3: REGRET

rosalie. day 2, afternoon.

"Hey."

"Hi." His voice was emotionless. Dead. I kind of felt bad for him, but honestly, it was just a human girl. Just a human!

Edward emitted a defensive growl, "If your just going to tell me to get over it, you can just leave. I don't want to hear it." I sighed, sitting down cross-legged on the floor against the wall.

"I just don't get it, Edward. There are billions of other people out there, it's been nearly a year, and your still mourning her like she's dead. Really, Edward. You left her. You wanted this, and now that you have it, your acting like the world is ending."

"But the world is ending. Without her.. Rose, I wanted it." He stopped for a moment, then corrected himself, "I want this, Rose, but I don't. I want to be with her, but I can't endanger her like I do while I'm around her. I need her to be safe, to live a normal, human life."

Your being stupid.

carlisle. day 3, early morning.

"It was just a blood clot." I sat down on the porch, beside Alice who was looking out at the stars.

"I know."

"She'll be fine?"

"No. There's a lot in her future." She answered.

"I guess I know that."

jacob. day 3.

I broke her. I tore her to pieces. I could have killed her.

Dead.

I told her that I was a monster, that she shouldn't be around me. A monster. But she had not even the slightest whisper of self-preservation, not even a decimal of a degree. And she got me to trust myself around her.

Stupid, stupid, stupid!

And I couldn't even help her. I was caged, confined in my wolf-like form, and she was on the ground, her skin in shreds and her blood staining the snow. I couldn't do anything. And even worse..

I ran.

I left her. I am no better than the leech.

I'm so sorry… I'm so sorry... I'm so sorry...

carlisle. day 2, before leaving work.

"Is there something wrong, Dr. Cullen?" I felt like a ton of bricks (comparatively) had just fallen on me. I knew Jane Doe. Curtain number eight. I knew her. "Dr. Cullen?"

"Hmm..? Oh.. yeah. Just.. Yeah." I walked up to the bed slowly. She was sleeping. Her pale body was more frail and white than I remembered it. Forgetting the long scars you could see on her body, the numerous tubes and wires she was hooked up to, she looked like hell. "Her surgery went well?" I asked, trying to keep a normal visage.

"She's going to need her ear reconstructed, but the scars won't be too bad." The doctor was staring at me, her expression still concerned. "Are you sure that there's nothing wrong?"

"I know this girl. Her name is Isabella Swan."