This is a sad chapter. You have been warned. You'll need tissues. Lots of tissues.

A low growl erupted from my chest, Tanya was mine. Even though I didn't love her, she was mine. And he'd touched her. He'd had her. I growled and stormed out of Bella's office and into hers. Tanya with all her perfection was holding the paper in one hand and a phone in the other. She appeared to be having a heated conversation but, with me in sight, she gasped and turned. Just then Bella fell silently into the room and slipped to the back.

"You slut!"

"I can explain!" She whimpered.

"Can you?" I asked sceptically.

She shook her head.

"No, the engagements over, Tanya. You cheated on me!"

"You cheat on me regularly!" She spat.

"I never! I only get pictured laughing and dancing with them, never sleeping with them." I had to admit I was offended, I had my pride!

"It was an accident."

"You brought the camera, and emailed it to the press!" I added scornfully.

"I'm sorry."

"May I speak?" Bella chimed.

"No!" Me and Tanya belted in unison.

"No. This isn't fair. Bella's done nothing wrong, Tanya. Were over. End of."

I took Bella's hand and she looked at me puzzled but otherwise came willingly. The truth was, I was disgusted and repulsed but otherwise, relieved. I could be with Bella now. I could love Bella now. I pulled her into her office and locked the door. I ran to where she stood and grasped her face tightly between my hands. My hands locked her cheeks in a vice and I pushed my lips on hers with a frenzy. If she tried to escape I wasn't aware. I only noticed when she kicked me in the crotch. As I grunted and hovered around in obvious pain Bella just stood there, arms folded against her chest. Once I had recovered she raised an eyebrow.

"Done yet?"

"Not quite." I whispered leaning in she turned away.

"Please. Not that again." I was hurt.

"What? You love me, don't you?"

"Yes, Edward. But I will not be a rebound." She spoke with a firm conviction that set me completely on edge.

"Bella." I whispered, me voice sounded strange to me, agonised.

"Don't Edward. We both can't work here, I'd prefer to stay but if you want to I'll leave."

"Bella don't. Don't do this."

"I'm sorry Edward. I have too." And with that she walked out the door and my life.

Boo-hoo! Boo-hoo! I'm still crying.

Anyway, this is a little thing I'm working on. I need your opinion on this.

Love. Love is many things. Love is beautiful, but in no way gentle, it is unpredictable, unwanted, unbearable, and yet I wouldn't care. I will love you, you miserable git, until I can not feel, until my heart is numb and me, tired. Only a fool loves, and that's O.K. I will be foolish with you. Because, even though you are annoying and your pride gets in the way of everything I can't help wishing, I can't help hoping.