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After getting some awesome insight from darklove4ever, I've decided to give you some background from starting from the few months before Edward and Bella's relationship started going through the cracks.

Chapter 3

A Rose losing its petals

BPOV

As I quietly unlocked the door, I was thinking about Edward. He was unhappy; I knew that, but what I couldn't understand was why. I entered the kitchen, and set my book bag on the chair where he usually sat when he drove me home. Edward usually would hold the front door for me, like a true gentleman, and I would tease him about it, although I enjoyed it. He would comfortably walk through the rooms in my house, following me around while I picked up trash, or vacuumed. His appearance shined brighter than the tacky yellow-colored cabinets that lined the kitchen. It was always the same chair. The chair where he watched me eat, or rather, just watched me. I whimpered, and started making Charlie's dinner. I started to daydream…

It was oddly warm that night. I yawned as I turned onto my street, and saw that my house lights were off.

"God, did Charlie fall asleep again without turning off the lights?" I thought to myself.

In the pit of my stomach was some fear. No major fear, but I feared I would trip on the way to my front step, and my angel wouldn't be there to catch me because he was hunting with Jasper and Emmett. He had said that they would be somewhere in Washington, not too far from me because he knew I did not like that. I had come to the conclusion that he didn't like so either, and although it was an uncomfortable situation, we both agreed on it.

Sure enough, I tripped getting out of my truck, when I tripped over a blunt rock and I fell. The ground came closer and closer, and I closed my eyes awaiting the ground. Instead, I was balanced on a pair of cold arms, and I smiled, happy to see that my hero was always there, in some way or another. Well, except once, and I don't think of it often, especially since he wasn't proud that he had not arrived to Arizona until after I had been attacked and tortured.

"I didn't know if you would be there," I whispered.

He chuckled, and instead of taking me through the door, he carried me through the window, and laid me on my bed. I was really tired, but happy that Edward was here. He tucked his nose into my neck, and I shivered gleefully.

"Bella," he sighed his voice a quiet murmur in the wind, as if he did not want to disturb the silent night, "an afternoon without you is already unbearable, but you make it harder to stay away with you saying things like that."

I am usually never doubtful of Edward, but I was worried when the smile didn't touch his oddly dark eyes. His eyes would usually be a light gold color, and after hunting because he was stronger, he would hold me closer, kiss me longer; it was a good price to pay for being away from him for so long.

I questioned him before thinking, "Did you not hunt today?"

He stiffened. I kept waiting for the reply that never came. I fell asleep in his arms, not much different from every night, but tonight, it was different, so very different.

The next day, as I sat next to Edward in his Volvo, I was worried. I had fallen asleep the night before, but, even as Edward hummed his lullaby, I could hear the tension in his tone. I had the urge to ask him what was wrong, but I feared this would bring on more awkwardness between us, and that was the last thing I wanted to happen. I did not want to be suspicious of him, but I could not help but do so.

I did not like this tension, and it felt like he was hiding something from me. He kissed me as I alighted the car, but it lasted no more than a second, and he muttered some excuse about having to speak to some teacher that I didn't even know we had.

The days dragged on into weeks, and, sometimes, Edward didn't stay over with me, making me cry. He never explained, and he didn't seem as concerned as my real Edward would be over my red eyes and sad disposition. His eyes grew considerably darker, and I wondered if he was having difficulty being around me because he was so prone to possibly slipping, but then why did he not just hunt? I could wait. It was almost like someone else was occupying his time...

I spilled ketchup on the floor, and was brought back to reality. I really wanted to run away from my reverie, more like a nightmare, so those small splats of a sound made me return to my diligent work, which unfortunately occupied my hands, and not my mind. I thought of Edward so vividly.

"Bella," came the whisper.

I whirled around, only to find no one there, but smelled Edward despite myself, his sweet scent filling my nose.

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