Bella's POV

I stood still with shock at what I was hearing. Could this really be true? They wouldn't do this to me-would they? She's my best friend and he is the one person I have ever loved. After everything that happened between us, he wouldn't keep this from me. Jasper is wrong. Oh poor Jasper he must be hurting so much to believe this...still, he'll be fine once this misunderstanding is sorted out.

I stood there knowing what I was hearing was lies, which is why I couldn't understand the numb feeling spreading through my body. The phone was still cradled in my arms, pulled tight against my chest as I slid against the kitchen counter to the floor. Sitting as still as stone I stared ahead of me, not noticing anything of my surroundings. The tears slid freely now as I accepted the possibility that Jasper could be right. I don't know how long I sat that way, clinging to the phone in an attempt to grasp an essence of reality. I didn't realise when my forehead rested against my knees, curling myself into an even tighter ball. I didn't notice when Edward arrived either.

"Bella." His voiced was choked as her spoke my name. I looked up after a moment of contemplation; do I want to see the truth in his face? His face was contorted with anguish but I felt no emotions at that point. They say a human brain has a shut down mechanism to protect the body from pain. I wondered if mine had kicked in again. I hadn't felt like this since the last time I was forced to say goodbye to him. He approached me slowly as though he was scared I would attack.

"Please tell me it's not true. Just tell me and I will believe you. You couldn't hurt me like that again, you promised you wouldn't." My lips trembled and my body shook as I begged him to lie to me. I suddenly realised that I sounded like a child, crying for their parent's forgiveness. I was full of desperation and that was reflected in my voice, yet looking into his eyes I knew the truth.

"Bella...baby please, I'm so sorry...I'll do anything to make it up to you. I've regretted it every day. You're everything to me, I can't lose you again." He was on his knees in front of me now, holding my face his cold hands which suddenly made me cold throughout. I saw tears falling from his eyes; I never thought to ask if vampires could cry...now I knew. He touched his head to mine as we both sobbed quietly.

"Please don't cry Bella. I'm sorry I hurt you again...sshhhh, it's all going to be ok, I'll make it alright I promise." He hummed my lullaby as he pressed kisses to my temples and eyelids, presumably kissing away my tears. My lullaby was the tool that shook me awake. As he pressed his lips to the corner of my mouth, following the trail of my tears, I began to shake my head and pull away. He held on, crying harder now, "no, no, this can't be it, please don't pull away from me. I'll do anything, but please don't leave me." I reached my hands up and pried his fingers from my face.

I took a deep breath and said the words I never expected to utter, "Edward, please leave. I can't be near you."

"YES YOU CAN...you're just in shock and I expect that but don't give up on me please. I'll explain and then we'll be fine...you can love me again, I know you can." The panic that laced his voice filled me with emotion, anger and hurt.

"I do love you, but I can't trust you." I pushed him back with all my strength and he actually stumbled back and slid to the floor in front of me. "How could you do that to me? Why do you keep hurting me? I let you in and all you do is break me. I CAN'T TAKE THAT ANYMORE! There is nothing left in me to ruin...it's all gone, YOU TOOK IT ALL!" I looked at his beautiful face one last time and turned away from him whilst whispering (it was all I could manage), "I gave you my heart and you crushed it...its shattered Edward, you can't fix that."

"I can...I will." He was in so much pain, but not as much as I was.

"The pieces are lost now; you can't fix what you can't find Edward."

I pushed myself up from my position, reattached the phone and walked to my room. I left him lying on my kitchen floor, crying for his mistakes.