This chapter was supposed to be part of the last chapter, but it would have been WAY too long

This chapter was supposed to be part of the last chapter, but it would have been WAY too long.

Disclaimer: I'm so awesome that I don't need a disclaimer that tells everyone that I'm not Stephenie Meyer…

EPOV:

I had just received a call from the professor telling me that he would be out sick today. That meant that I was in charge of teaching the 50 or so kids that ― physically ― were actually older than me.

I didn't want to be here at the University of Rochester, being a TA in Freshman English. If it were up to me, I'd be back in that hovel in Brazil, wasting away, trying to forget my memories.

But instead, I was here. I was only doing this for family, though.

Two years ago, after I had left my Bella, the love of my life and the reason for my existence, I had crawled away to an attic in Brazil, only hunting about once a month or so. Unfortunately, Emmett came and dragged me back into civilization, back to my family.

Even without my mind-reading power, I could tell what our leaving Forks had done to them. Our family was falling apart. I could also see the glares my siblings gave me when they thought I wasn't looking. They thought I should go back to Bella, to stay with her and change her.

I could never do that to her. She deserved to have a happy, normal human life away from my family. All we ever did was get her into more danger.

And so what if my life had no meaning now? I had to stay alive for my family. If I left them again, we were sure to fall apart completely. For some sickly ironic reason, me being here with them ― even all depressed as I was ― was somehow better than me being away from them.

Now, the only thing that got me through the day was knowing that my love was off enjoying her life, being a normal, happy, carefree teenager. I had stayed with my family for them, because I wanted them to have a normal ― well as normal as possible for a family of vampires ― life.

And to make my father happy, I had come to the University of Rochester for graduate school and became a TA.

I was brought out of my thoughts and back to reality when I came to the door of the classroom. I took out my keys and let myself in. I walked over to the big desk in the right corner of the room to wait for the students to arrive.

One by one they trickled in and began to take their seats. I told a few of them that I would be teaching their class today and told them to spread the word.

The classroom was about halfway filled when I smelled it. The smell of freesias, and strawberry shampoo. No, I thought to myself. This was not possible. Only one person had ever smelled so beautiful… and that person was on the other side of the country, enjoying a normal, vampire-free existence. So no, there was no way that Bella would walk into my room right now.

I shook my head to stop the torrent of memories from flooding back in. Not here, not in front of all of these students― I would not let myself remember Bella.

As the scent of freesia and strawberries grew stronger, my nerves were stretched tighter and tighter. When the scent was right outside the door, I smelled something else along with it.

Her blood called to me like no other had ever before, igniting flames within my throat. I ignored the fire burning in my throat, instead letting her scent wash over me, breathing it in greedily.

Impossible. Why, of all the colleges in America ― in the world, even ― did Bella have to choose the University of Rochester? And what were the chances that she'd end up in my English class?

I had promised Bella she would never see me again after that day in the woods. I couldn't break that promise now. I looked around the room quickly, my eyes scanning for a way out. The students gave me a funny look, and I knew I couldn't leave now without being too conspicuous.

I heard her walk into the room, following the footsteps of another. I quickly turned my body to face the board in the front of the room.

So it seemed that today would not be the reunion my family had hoped for. No, she would likely not even want to talk to me anymore. She had probably already forgotten me, maybe even a few weeks after I had left her.

It wasn't possible for anyone to love someone as much as I had loved her, though she insisted she had felt these feelings for me, too. But I knew this wasn't possible; I was a monster, and would be one forever.

She probably had a boyfriend by now. Maybe she had gotten together with that Mike Newton kid that had wanted her so much. I could feel my muscles stiffen and my fists clench at this thought.

But why should I be mad, though? Hadn't I wanted her life to move on? Hadn't I wished that she would find someone else and have kids with them and grow old with them? Two things I could never do.

I listened for the sound of her soft footsteps that I had memorized. She was in her seat by now.

I battled with my conscious in my mind. No, I couldn't let her see me now, not after all this time. But how to leave a room full of students who were all expecting you to teach them?

And then it came to me. It wouldn't matter if she saw me now. She had moved on with her life, and I was probably just a long-forgotten memory, a stupid mistake of her youth.

I began turning around slowly, keeping my fists balled up at my sides. It was the only thing stopping me from running up to her and locking her in a passionate kiss. Because that could never happen again. I had lost her, and now she was someone else's.

I faced the room and avoided her gaze, instead opting for looking at the wall in the back of the room.

I stole a look at her from the corner of my eye. She looked great. She had developed curves in all the right places. She was wearing a tight pink and brown sweater that greatly accentuated these curves. My hands clenched tighter as I fought back all the instincts within me.

Apart from the filling out of her womanhood, not much was different about her. She could probably still pass for sixteen.

My eyes grazed over her body hungrily, lingering right below her neck. I looked away quickly to gain control of myself.

But I was still conscious enough of her movement to notice when she began to sway. I heard her whisper my name, and then watched in horror as she collapsed on the floor. I froze where I was as the students began to swarm around her unconscious form.

BPOV:

When I came to, I was surrounded by concerned faces. I looked around at the many unfamiliar faces, searching for the golden eyes I had come to love.

I couldn't find those liquid topaz oceans. They weren't among the many peering faces. But why should they be? Why should I have expected him to care about me? He had made it clear when he had left me that he didn't love me anymore, that he didn't care about me.

Amber reached into the circle around me and helped pull me to my feet. She immediately pushed me back into a seat, though.

Everyone began speaking at once.

"Are you okay?" "What happened?" "Should we call a doctor?" "Is she talking yet?" "Why isn't the teacher doing anything about this?"

I had to wonder at that last one, too. Sure, Edward ― now that he was actually here, and real, I could say his name ― didn't care about me anymore, but that didn't mean he had to completely ignore me.

I took a deep breath, "I'm fine. I just need some air. I was just a bit light headed."

"You may leave the classroom if you'd like Ms…" He trailed off as if he wasn't sure what my name was. His voice was like hearing the lyrics to your old favorite song 10 years later; forgotten, but you still remembered the music perfectly. I let the sound wash over me and kept silent.

"Swan," Amber supplied for me, "Bella Swan."

"Ms. Swan, you may leave if you'd like to go back to your dorm and rest for a bit." I just sat there dumbfounded until I felt Amber gently pulling me out of the chair.

"Bella," she whispered, "I think you should go lie down. I'll come check on you when class is over." I just nodded silently and made my way down the aisle, turning red from all the stares directed at me.

I didn't look up at him as I passed his desk. I just kept my eyes on the door ahead, not trusting my emotions.

I managed to make it out of the classroom in one piece, and took my time walking back to my dorm building.

As soon as I got to my room, I slipped into bed, ignoring the fact that my clothes and shoes were still on.

I just buried my face in my pillow and let free all the tears I had kept inside for so long. It felt as if they would never stop. I would probably drown in them, and I didn't even care.

Song for this chapter: Bottom of the ocean by Miley Cyrus

Please don't kill me because of the song… it's actually a really, really good song.

This chapter was pretty fun to write. I hope it's just as fun to read. Please review! I've had over 120 hits for the first two chapters, yet just 1 review. Come on people! I don't care what you write in the review, just please do review! Plus, it helps me write faster, which means more chapters for you guys. XD

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