Bella

"Please lord..." I mumbled as I pulled in the parking lot.

I jumped out of the truck and tucked my jacket closer to my body; my lips were already trembling from the cold rain. I hurried my steps without thinking about the muddy water seeping into my sneakers until I spotted a familiar figure slumped over the gravestone. Her gravestone. I cursed under my breath as I practically sprinted towards him, the mud splashing against my back even reaching as high as my neck. His expensive wool coat absolutely ruined and his jeans were completely drenched. My heart clenched painfully at the full sight of him. His arm tucked around the gravestone making his body press around the cold marble and his other hand holding onto the lilies I placed there just yesterday. I took a deep breath and knelt down beside him.

"Edward" I whispered as I pressed my hand against his frozen cheek. He grunted and leaned into my hand. I pushed the hair off his forehead and tried to pry his arm away from the gravestone. He jolted awake and his eyes gave proof to his late night activities, both red rimmed and bloodshot. I furrowed my eyebrows as he smirked and reached his hand up to smooth them away. The touch burned even though his fingers were ice.

"You came back" He murmured. His affectionate tone and behavior that was meant to soothe only tightened my chest. I felt guilt and shame instantly.

"You left first." He rolled his eyes at this and looked back at the words engraved on the stone and began to trace them with his hand. Elizabeth Masen Cullen.

"You left us" He said, so softly that I almost missed it. I did everything in my power to handle my temper at this, he can't accept the fact that it was him who was really gone much before he realized it himself and I'm afraid he never will. I grabbed his hand and tried to pull him up but he's nothing but deadweight.

It took some time but he finally got the strength to lift into a standing position. His knees buckled and I quickly put his arm around my shoulder before he collapsed. He pressed his face in my hair and groaned. I've been fantasizing for our reunion for two years; I would have never guessed it to be this way.

"I missed you" he mumbled. He'll probably never understand for how long and how much I've missed him, the Edward before everything happened.

"Your breath is fowl"

He chuckled at this and now leaned his head on mine as we continued walking towards my truck. I opened the passenger door and spent a good ten minutes making sure he was actually in the vehicle. I quickly got in to the driver side and started pulling his coat off. His stare was unnerving and constant, always directed between my lips or eyes. No doubt noticing the changes from the last time he saw me. I continued to unbutton his soaked button up and pulled his arms carefully through his sleeves. I was about to unbutton his jeans until he slapped my hands away and started grumbling about how he could do it himself. I unfolded the blanket from the bag I brought and tossed it to him.

"Is this really necessary? I'm not gonna die between here to your house" He complained.

"We're not going to my house" I responded decidedly not understanding why he would think we would go to Charlie's. He raised his eyebrows and just chuckled.

"I sold the house Bella, I sold it a week after you left so it's between yours and my parents" His voice menacing but calm.

I closed my eyes and gripped onto the steering wheels. I should have known he sold it, our house; the house where we started a family as well as where that family was torn apart. He knew that I wasn't ready to see Carlisle or Esme.

" I think Charlie will have clothes for you" I said dejectedly and pulled out onto the main road.

The five minute car ride was the longest thing I'd ever experienced in my life. Edwards head was pressed against the window and lolled every time the roads were uneven. I bit my lip in worry, scared he might get sick from the night at the cemetery as well and wondering just what he took last night. Although he seemed far too interested in the scenery his hand gripped my knee because no matter how much he resented me he couldn't not touch me.

We finally got to Charlie's and I found that I couldn't move out of my seat. My whole body became rigid and the day's events just crashed down on me. I felt as though my two years away from this place trying to fix and find myself again was wasted time. It's not true, what they say, time most definitely does not heal your wounds. I recalled waking up to my phone ringing incessantly this morning it was Alice panicking about her brothers whereabouts since he walked away from her and never came home. I only recognized now the haste I was in this morning trying to call everyone he knew and go to all the places I thought he might've been. I didn't slow down until I finally saw Charlie at the station. I hadn't seen him since I got back in town since they were short on officers and he had to practically live at the station. I can't imagine how worried he must have been, expecting to reunite with a newly mellowed out daughter only to find her frantic and bordering on what seemed like insanity as I tried to explain what was happening. He grabbed me roughly by the shoulders and told me that sometimes he sees him go to where Macy is. I'm a terrible fucking daughter. I sprinted out towards where he said Edward may be without a nice "I'm happy to see you Daddy", I gave him nothing. It should have surprised me that Charlie would know Edward better than me I didn't think they would ever get close since he almost killed him the day he found out I was pregnant. In the forefront of my mind I focused on the fact that he sold our house, so quickly after I left, not even trying to somehow contact me about something so important to the both of us. He might as well cut out my heart.

Before I knew it the cold air hit my right side and I shivered instantaneously, he pulled my fingers off the steering wheel and dragged me out of the truck. He held a firm grip on my hand. Charlie still wasn't home. He led me up the stairs and into my bedroom. I wanted to know what he was thinking so badly. I don't think he'd been in this room in 6 years. The window he always snuck through eternally open since that night I was so mad at him when he ditched me for Tanya Denali I locked the window on him so he had to break his way in. Then the rocking chair we made out in after when he told me he broke up with her because I was the only one he really wanted, so many memories that only caused heartache in the long run.

"I'll get you something to wear" I said before I walked into Charlie's room. I grabbed a pair of sweats and a shirt to give to him only to find him tucked in my bed. He turned around and reached his hands out. I started to hand out the clothes.

"No, you" He pleaded, his eyes still bloodshot.

I gave him the wait motion and ran down to get a glass of water and two Advil's. He drank the whole glass in one gulp then flipped the covers on the other half of the bed.

"Get in" he said gruffly. I was glad to see he at least put on the clothes I grabbed for him as I slowly climbed in.

I couldn't put into words the ease and comfort that overwhelmed me as he pulled my body to his. He sighed loudly, his hot breath against my ear. He rubbed circles into my hip I could feel them getting lazier as seconds passed. Even though I left to get away from him, I couldn't deny the regret that seeped in my bones as I thought about the state he was in this morning. He was still angry and lost and grieving for his broken family. I was glad that I faced away from him so he didn't see the tears streaming down my face, scared that I would start convulsing I tried to shift away from his chest. He grabbed on to my waist before I could move,

"I hate you so much but you're never leaving me, not again"