Okay so is it just me or is something wrong with fanfiction currently? I'm not receiving any alerts on my stories or when I get reviews; weird. Anyway I know some of you think this story is going fast but the way I see it is Bella and Edward hesitated being together but when they got together it was quick and intense. I wanted to give this story the same kind of edge so that is why I did what I did. I hope you guys are enjoying it!

Disclaimer:

Me: Edward do I own you?

Edward: No she doesn't no matter what she says! By the way can someone help me, she's keeping me hostage?

Me: Of course I'm not readers, it's a crazy group of fan girls that abducted him when he yelled at me for saying I owned him.

Edward: So she made them kidnap me!

Me: Hush you…ha-ha the fan girls jumped him again. Any who I don't own Twilight.

BPOV

Hours upon hours seemed to drag endlessly leaving me yearning for my Edward. It had been exactly seven hours since I last saw his face and felt his touch. This truly was agony and I truly was miserable.

I tried to escape out to the stables but mother insisted I visit with the duke and apologize. He accepted my apology and continued to grope me while my mother wasn't looking. When Alice saw this she slapped him across his face then pranced off. Mother sentenced her to a lifetime of punishment and then complained deliriously for hours on meaningless matters.

"I cannot believe that Rosalie was seen with that man last night," my mother said grasping my attention. She tolerated Rosalie but despised her and her family immensely. When I asked her why this was so, she told me that the Hales did nothing but strut their money to enclose all of the attention around them in the society papers.

"What do you mean mother," I asked curiously. "What about Rosalie? Who was she seen with?"

"Oh my dear Isabella," my mother said. "We should not discuss such matters but I feel that it is rather imperative of you to know. Rosalie was seen squandering around last night by none other than the infamous Emmett McCarty. It was actually rather a scandal seeing as that boy has seen more trouble than a prisoner, but none the less Rosalie included herself in his company the entire night."

"Well I'm happy for her," I professed. "Rosalie is a wonderful friend and she deserves every happiness in the world. Besides, the McCarty's are a very respectable family to marry into; Rosalie should only be so lucky."

"No proposal has been set yet my child," my mother huffed. "Emmett is one of the most eligible bachelors of our time; the woman that win's his heart shall have to be nothing short of perfection."

"Perfection does not exist mother," I retorted. "If Rosalie can make Emmett happy then she will complete her duties as a wife very successfully. Marriage should be built of love and happiness not position and greed."

"Take care my love," my mother said. "Such words could put a beautiful woman like you in quite a disposition. These days' society and position mean everything. Why do you think I am pressing so upon you to marry? It is what is to be suspected of a young proper lady."

"This I know all too well mother," I growled. "But social stature is nothing compared to true love. Didn't you feel the least bit of love for my father; surely your marriage was not based just on values and wealth alone."

"Isabella," my mother said sternly. "Your father and I agreed on marriage because we both knew it was what was expected and proper. Your father wanted to succeed in business and I wanted to marry wealthy so I could build a respectable family."

"But Father told me he always loved you," I said. Could it really be true that they only married each other for convenience instead of happiness?

"Perhaps he did my dear," she scowled. "But there is more to a marriage than just love. I grew to respect your father and from that came you and your sister."

"Along with the many assets to which I withhold for your convenience, correct mother," I barked. "Answer me truthfully for once in your life; did you ever love my father at all or did you just love his money?"

"Isabella that is enough," my mother said now angered. "The relationship between your father and I will forever be concealed. It is not proper of a woman to speak of such things. True love does not exist Isabella. Once you face that you will be able to become a proper wife for someone; until then you shall be summoned to your room to think your remarks over." I ran up to my room without hesitation.

For the first time in months I began to cry. I cried for my father; I cried for Edward. If true love was not real then all we had was a dream; a dream of love exceeding life. If such did not exist then how could so many people be drunk with lies if it just brought them continuous pain?

"Bella," I heard Edward say as he sat down beside me on the bed. I hadn't even realized that he had made his way up my window into my room. I also hadn't noticed how late it was becoming. The sun was setting and the stars were about to make their entrance across the night sky. Twilight truly was my favorite time of night. When I was younger my father would tell me stories while we watched the sun set and the stars rise; of people that never age and whom were devastatingly beautiful. Sadly they were damned to earth for eternity; never changing never growing older. Now that I thought back on these memories I wished that the type of lifestyle he spoke of was possible. If it was he would still be here; he would be able protect me and reassure me.

"Oh Edward," I sobbed into his chest. "I'm so sorry. I'm just so, so sorry."

"For what my love, "he said pulling closer. "Why are you weeping so?"
"Edward," I continued to sob. "I no longer believe this can work. Perhaps true love is something others can only dream of."

"Bella what are you talking about," Edward asked with pain laced in his voice. "What has happened love; talk to me please."

"My mother," I began. "She told me that she never loved my father and that love wasn't real. She said that the only reason to marry was for convenience and social structure."

"Bella how you can believe that," Edward asked. "How can you think that what we have isn't real? I love you Isabella Marie Swan, with every fiber of my being. If you do not concur this emotion please tell me at once. It is better that I know it at once if your mother's wishes pertain to the life in which you seek."

"Edward I know one thing," I said. "What we have may be real, but what it won't last. What if you leave me and never return? Then I am left here alone with a ruined reputation and a permanently broken heart. Then I'm here without you, with you will still on my lonely mind haunting me every day for the rest of my life."

"Then you want me to leave," he said bluntly. "You want me to forget about everything that has occurred during these last couple days?"

"I see no other choice," I admitted. "It would just be better for both of us. I'm sure in time we will both move on though I know that I will always love you. But none the less I want you to be happy; I want you to find someone who will make you happy the way I can't."

"This is really what you desire Bella," Edward asked with a shaky voice.

"Yes," I lied. "It is truly what I desire Edward."

"Alright," he said pulling me close and kissing me one last time. "Goodbye then Isabella. I love you; always. I will always be waiting for you, no matter what." Edward ran to the walked and climbed out of it hesitating only once to look at me with pleading eyes. Once he left I began sobbing uncontrollably again.

"Goodbye Edward," I said through tears. I vowed to myself at that moment that I would never allow love to cloud my judgment again. It would only continue to hurt Edward, and I would not allow that. I could not let him suffer because of me anymore than he already had. He deserved so much more; now he was able to have it. No matter how much it killed me, I would never tell him how much I truly did love him.

Sad I know. Please review; I'm really sad too now and reviews make me very happy! Not to mention the more you review the quicker I update!