Disclaimer: Elvis rocks!

Elvis: A hunka, hunka burnin' love!

Edward: Didn't Elvis Prestley die in 1977?

Disclaimer: Didn't you die in 1918?

Edward: Touche...

Disclaimer: Take it, Elvis!

Elvis: She own nothin' but the plo-ot!

Disclaimer: Nicely done!

Elvis: Thank ya! Thank ya very much, ma'am, thank ya!

EPOV

I couldn't believe what I'd just said, and I stood there in shock. I'd just told her to go kill herself! How could I do that?! I was an idiot!

And I couldn't believe that she'd believed me when I'd told her that she was plain. I couldn't believe I'd said that. She was so NOT plain that it wasn't even funny. She's beautiful, spunky, sweet, funny, adorable, loud, quiet, shy, and outgoing at the same time. She can make me laugh when I'm sad, and she can make me fall for her more and more every second I'm with her.

And her voice... so rockish and beautiful at the same time.

And that day in High school... I'd been so stupid. As always. I'd let Mike Newton talk me out of proposing to her, and into breaking up with her. Him and most of the football team either had had a major crush on her, and hid it, or just didn't like her personality. I still find that hard to believe. Who could hate Isabella Swan?

I'd been in the football team, and Mike and the rest of the guys were turned against me, since Emmett had gone to college, me being the only one stopping them from talking about Bella like perverts, or about how much they hated her. I'd picked a fight with Mike when he mentioned how much he wanted to touch her.

His dad was my dad's boss, and he'd told me that he would get my dad fired if I didn't breakup with my love. I'd known how much Carlisle's job was important to him, so I decided to suffer. He'd told me to tell Bella that I didn't feel anything for her anymore. I'd refused, and he'd threatened me again. I'd caved for my father.

When I'd come home after breaking up with Bella. Esme had ran to me happily, not knowing about what had happened to me at school that day. And she'd told me, "I'm so excited, dear! Your father is getting transferred, and we're moving to Seattle!"

All of the pain had been for nothing. All the suffering. Right after she'd told me, I'd ran to Bella's house, ready to beg on my knees for her to take me back. But I walked in to find a note on the counter. It'd read:

I'm so sorry, Charlie. I have to leave. Everything hurts. My new band and I are leaving the country. Jason's cousin has a club where we're going, and he's letting us play there. I don't know when we'll be back.

I love you,

Don't worry, I'll call you when I get there.

Goodbye,

Bella

As I read the letter, tears were streaming down my face. I couldn't believe I'd just let her go. I'd walked home, depressed.

I was snapped back to reality by hearing the ambulancecoming down the street. My eyes widened as I recalled the last thing I'd said to her:

Why don't you just go off yourself?!

I ran out of the house and paled when I saw Bella's body being put in the ambulance.

In a review, someone told me that I should make Bella fall for someone else. But readers/(hopefully) reviewers, I will NEVER write any stories that have different pairing than the book! Bella and Edward WILL get together in my story.

Anyway, I hope this clears things up as to why Edward broke up with her, and I hope it was a good enough reason to you! He still loves her!