Disclaimer: Bella, Jasper, Edward and all things that exist in the Twilight universe belong to Stephenie Meyer. She's just nice enough to let us play with them.

Wish I was too dead to care,
If indeed I cared at all,
Never had a voice to protest,
So you fed me shit to digest,
I wish I had a reason; my flaws are open season,
For this I gave up trying,
One good turn deserves my dying.

-Bother, Stone Sour

When Jasper wakes me next I feel like I've slept for days but I'm still tired. He shakes me gently, and whispers my name. I open one eye to him, seeing the pills and the glass of water he's offering, confused as to what's going on. He shushes me when I try to ask him a question, and asks me to trust him as he offers the pills and water to me. I feel a flash of anger rush through me at his words though I can't explain why. I swallow the pills and drink the whole glass of water, feeling as if I haven't drank anything in days. I'm cotton-mouthed and weak. The dehydration and lack of substance in my body makes me too tired to get up and try to eat something. I open my mouth again to ask him why I feel that way, but he shushes me again and tells me to sleep. I close my eyes as the pills take effect fast.

I dream of a wedding.

My dress is full, flowing, silky, lacy and beautiful. My bridesmaids are Angela and Alice; their smiles are warm and bright, and their dresses are simple and blue. The church is perfectly decorated in cream and the same shade of blue as the dresses worn by my two best friends. My father is decked in a tux as he stands by my side, smiling and ready to walk me down the aisle to my groom. I'm ecstatic; I've waited so long for this happiness. To be surrounded by all of my friends and family. To see all of them smiling genuinely at me. The wedding march begins and Charlie takes my arm, assuring me with a wink and a grin I won't fall. I raise my head to look for him; his blonde hair and blue eyes are sparkling and glowing in the soft lighting of the church. His smile is blinding as he waits for me. I hear the preacher ask my father to give me away. I feel a smile stretching across my face, threatening to split my face in two. It only grows when the bronze haired, green eyed man I love steps out from behind Jasper, to marry me.

I wake with a start, panting and confused. I whip my head to the side, taking in my surroundings. When I know where I am, my breathing slows. I close my eyes, trying to get that dream out of my head. What the hell was that?

I bring my hands to my eyes, trying in vain to make myself wake up. My head is on fire and throbbing, and the darkness in the room is too bright for my eyes to take. Voices filter in from outside of the door. I can't decipher who they belong to because my brain is still too riddled with sleep and fear of what I dreamed.

"—don't know why you just won't tell me what happened," a female voice says.

"It's not your concern, that's why." A male voice answers.

Indecipherable words from the female and then she says, "—frantic call asking me to come. I need to know what I'm dealing with." Who is that?

"I don't recall asking you to come actually." I breathe out slowly, finally recognizing this voice as Jasper. Who is he talking to? "I would like to know what you're doing here exactly."

"Really, Jasper?" the female snaps. "You must not have been in your right mind. You asked your wife to come to take care of your girlfriend. Tell me how that was working out in your head."

A sob bursts from one of them, but I'm not sure which. "I didn't know who else to call. I was so worriedabout her."

"Oh, Jasper," the female says, sighing. "Tell me what happened. Tell me how she is."

"I was terrible to her," he cries. "Terrible,Rose." Rose? What the— "And she didn't deserve it. I overreacted, and yelled at her and I…" A sob bursts from him that hurts me to hear.

"Jasper," Rose says quietly, "did you hurt her?"

A pause, and then Rose yells, "Whatdid you do? Did you hit her?"

"NO! God no! I could neverdo that to her! I love her!"he roars.

More sobs, painful, gut-wrenching sobs, come from Jasper. "I said some stuff, I made her cry, I… left—"

"Big surprise," Rose sniffs. "That's what you're good at after all."

"Rose, please, just… don't. Not right now, okay? When I come home you can rag on me all you want. But… I… I just can't take it right now."

A sigh, and then there is only crying for a long while. I feel awful for him. I want to go out there, hold him and make him feel better. His obvious remorse for how he treated me is showing itself, fully, in this moment. My brain catches up to me though, and one sentence starts playing on a loop. 'You asked your wife to come take care of your girlfriend.' What? He'd called Alice? Something is nagging at me; something with that statement doesn't sit right… aside from the obvious. Like Rose, I want to know what he'd been thinking. Calling Alice to ask what to do with me was not smart, and on top of that, it's hurtful. I can't even begin to think of how Alice must feel. That's a call I would never want to receive; a call I don't think I could handle.

"Just… you have to tell me what happened. I can't help you if I don't know what I'm helping with."

Jasper's cries grow softer, but are still evident in his voice. "I… I don't know… where to start…"

"You said you yelled at her, why?" Rose's voice is gentle now. "I won't judge you but I need to know."

I hear him take a stuttering breath. "We were at a barbeque… she… she went… um… to the bathroom? Yeah. Yeah, she went to the bathroom. But she was gone… a long time, I went to look for her, I was worried. And then… there was a guy… this… dick was touching her, Rose. I thought… I don't know… I accused her of cheating… I… I yelled…"

"What did she say?"

"She… she didn't really… I wouldn't let her… I thought she was lying to me… I yelled at her…"

"Oh Jasper—"

"I know… she didn't… she never… I think I've lost her… I don't know what to… to do…"

"What happened to make you leave? And why did you say you had to take her to the hospital?"

"I don't know… her head… it's bad… I told her… I… I told… her… I thought she was cheating…"

"What did you say to her, Jasper?"

"That…" He takes a deep breath. He's still crying; the sobs are keeping his sentences broken, and his words aren't making much sense. "That she didn't care… that… I… said… she didn't care if… if a guy… I threw my marriage… I told her…"

"Jasper! Please, please tell me you didn't—oh God!" Rose inhales sharply. "Did you… did you insinuate that it was her fault that you and Alice…?"

I faintly hear him whisper yes before Rose begins yelling at him like a mad woman. She's calling him names I've never heard before and asking him over and over, "How could you?" I hear slapping sounds, and Jasper's cries, and rustling, and want to know what's going on but I can't move. The pain is paralyzing and Rose's raised voice isn't helping the throbbing in my head.

Eventually it quiets; I take a guess that Rose has run out of steam. Jasper is still crying, but it too is easing up. I belatedly wonder what time it is. I only know it's night because of the darkness. Minutes pass or hours—I can't be sure—and then Rose asks, "Why did she have to go to the hospital? You said something about her head." Her voice is eerily calm now.

"Yeah," he says quietly. "I'm not sure what happened. There… fuck, Rose there was a lot blood."

"But you didn't touch her, right?"

"God, no!I… I couldn't… hurt her like that."

A sarcastic laugh springs from Rose. "Yeah, 'cause you haven't hurt her at all. Obviously."

"Please, don't. I know I hurt her… I just… I wouldn't ever lay a hand on her like that. She's… everything."

My heart still soars at his words. It still betrays me to Jasper Whitlock. He sounds sorry. He cries like he feels remorse for what he's done.

"You have a funny way of showing her how she's your everything," Rose snaps. She takes a deep breath before continuing. "So, you weren't there when she hit her head?"

I hear nothing, but assume he's nodded to her because she asks, "Okay, how'd you find her?"

He tells her he made it as far as the curb before turning around and running back to my apartment. He says he hesitated outside my door, unsure of what to say or do. He says he sat down to think and fell asleep. Then he tells her about me accidentally kicking and waking him up… about my head and the hospital… and about the short talk this morning.

"Has she eaten?" she interrupts.

"I tried to feed her breakfast," he answers quietly. "She didn't think her stomach could take it."

Rose sighs before telling him, "She needsto eat, something easy on her stomach. Does she have any soup here?"

"I can go get some; it's almost time to wake her up for her meds though. I don't want her to wake up and me not be here. I'm… I don't want her to think…"

"I'm here. I'll let her know where you went."

"Yeah, but—"

"I'll explain what's going on, just… go,Jasper."

There's nothing else said. I lay there waiting for someone to come in my room, and eventually hear the front door open and close. My eyes close as I think over all I've heard. He said he didn'tleave. He said he came right back. He sat out there for who knows how long while I lay on the floor bleeding. Why couldn't he have just come in? Why did he have to leave in the first place?What did he want me to say? He admitted his distrust for me, and how wrong he'd been for what he said to me. I've told him he was forgiven, but it sounded as if he knew I wasn't genuine. Could I forgive him? Now, that I've heard him cry, and tell his sister how much I mean to him. I have more questions than answers, and no clear path to take.

The door to my bedroom opens. "Bella?" Rose's voice calls softly.

"Yeah," I answer, sighing.

"Did you hear all of that?" She doesn't sound mad, only honestly concerned.

"Yeah, I did."

"Okay." She sits slowly on the bed beside me. "Can I look at your head? See how it's doing?"

I nod. "Cover your eyes. I can't imagine the light would feel nice."

I do as she asks and hear the lamp switch on. She gasps, "Oh, Bella!"

"That bad, huh?"

"Probably worse than you think," she breathes gently. "Can you tell me how it happened? The cut I mean, not what led up to it."

I sigh, hearing her click the lamp back off. When I'm sure the room is dark again, I open my eyes and look at her. I've never seen Rose look at me with such concern. "I… tried to go after him. I think my legs gave out, or I tripped… I don't know. I hit the dresser. Blacked out. They said there was a significant amount of blood lost."

She nods at me as her eyes roam my bedroom. I can tell when they find my dresser; they widen, and she gasps. I don't know how Jasper hasn't seen it. There is dried blood on the mirror, not a lot, but you can clearly see the specks of it scattered across the shimmery surface. It's also dried on the wood in the corner, where I hit, and the floor has quite a large spot staining it dark reddish brown. A lot of blood really, but head wounds tend to bleed a lot. This, I know.

"Are you in pain?"

I debate the question. The truth is: I'm in an excruciating amount of pain, and I want to beg her for more meds. The lie might keep her calm though, and I don't really want to see Rose's alter ego. So I tell her, "I'm fine."

She chuckles softly at me. "You're a terrible liar. You know that?"

I try to laugh with her but it hurts too much. At my grimace, she exclaims, "Oh, don't laugh! Gosh, I'm sorry! He should be back soon with some soup for you. I want you to try to get some down. I know it might be hard and kind of gross, most likely. You need it though."

I tell her okay, and close my eyes again. I wish I could just… go back. Go back to yesterday, or last week, and tell him everything I want to tell him, and ask him everything I wished I'd asked him. Why was this happening? Everything was so good. We were happy with each other. He was what I'd always thought he would be. Then he just… wasn't.

I feel the bed shift and then there's warmth close to my body. When skin touches my own I flinch.

"Shh, Bella it's okay," Rose tells me as she wraps me in her arms. The tears I wish were dry begin to fall again with her touch. It's… comforting. Something I never thought I might receive from her. "You cry, cry and get it all out. That's the only way it'll get better. Promise."

So I do; I cry, and cry, and sob, and bawl, and hyperventilate… and Rose holds me the whole time. She whispers phrases and poems in my ear, and tells me it's going to be okay. Her hands rub my back and my arms, and her fingers comb through my hair. It's so nice. I can't think about what to do right now; my head is too lost in pain to make any decisions. Every time I take a breath I hear him yelling at me, telling me I'm at fault for his marriage ending. Telling me he thought I lied to him. Telling me we're a mistake.

I gasp as the words I'd been searching for earlier come back to me. The words ring just as clear today as they did when Jasper spoke them before. Alice, I think I made a mistake. Oh God! It really is over! He really is leaving, and the words he'd spoken earlier were the cruelest of all lies. He's going back to his wife. My best friend. He called her to ask her to take care of me so he wouldn't feel guilty about leaving me.

I try to pull away from Rose because her concern is fake. She just wants her brother to be able to leave me… to go back to his wife without a guilty conscience. Now I know about Alice as well. She hates me enough that she couldn't come to help him. Why make the woman that cheated with him feel better? Leave her in pain. Better yet, send the woman who hates herto take care of the situation.

That's what I've become: a situation in the lives of the Whitlock family. Jasper's… whore. The tragic whore their son decided to try on for size. The pathetic whore his sister has to take care of so she doesn't harm herself again. The double-crossing whore who took and took, and didn't care who was affected by her selfishness. Whore. Whore. Whore. You've become Jasper's whore, Bella.

"Don't touch me!" I spit out at her, mindless of the pain as I jerk away from her completely. Her face registers her surprise. I shoot up out of the bed, but fall again immediately. I try to get up. I try to find my balance. I need to get away from her, away from them. I get to my feet again only to fall once more. Rose comes running around the bed, grabbing my arms as I struggle to break her hold.

"Calm down, Bella! You're going to hurt yourself again! Calm down!"

The bedroom door opens, and Jasper runs through. "What did you do to her?"

"Nothing!"

Jasper works to get Rose's hands off of me as I struggle to get to my feet again. "What the fuck happened while I was gone?"

"Nothing! She just freaked out!"

I get to my feet, but fall yet again, this time into Jasper's waiting arms. "She doesn't look like nothing happened!"

I struggle to get away from him, but every bit of strength I'd had is now waning. "I don't know! I was holding her—she was crying—"

"You made her cry?" He loses his grip on me and almost drops me, but instead pulls me tighter against his body. "What the fuck! You said you'd take care of her!"

I give up; my legs won't hold me up anymore. I let Jasper support me fully. "I'm tellingyou—"

"Get out," my voice finally says. It's weak, no more than a whisper, and broken from my tears.

Jasper's grip falters for a second, but he tightens it just as quickly, and says, "You heard her Rose—"

"Both of you," I whisper.

Rose gasps, and Jasper pulls back from me to look at my face. "Baby—"

"Stop! Stop fucking calling me that!"

"Bella, calm down," Rose scolds. "You don't need to upset yourself right now—"

"Quit pretending! Go! You don't want to be here!"

"Bell, baby—"

"No! Go! Go back to Alice! Go now! I don't need you to stay!"

"What's she talking about?" Rose asks as Jasper breathes, "You don't know what you're saying—"

"I heard you! You said you made a mistake! You said we were a mistake!"

"No, baby," he says, shaking his head. "No, no, no that's not what I—"

"It is what you said! I heard you! I'm not going to be your whore!"

His arms slip from me, and I fall again. Rose jumps up in time to keep me from hitting the floor, and hauls me back to sit on the bed. I struggle with her the whole way. Jasper falls to his knees. His head is hung low, and his hands are gripping his hair tightly. His eyes are shut, but I can still see the tears falling. He shakes his head back and forth as he whispers words I can't hear or understand. Rose finally gets a good grasp on me and holds me, in a vice-like grip, presumably to keep me from hurting myself.

"What did you do, Jasper? What did you say that she's talking about?"

"He said we were a mistake," I spit. "His exact words were 'Alice, I think I made a mistake.' I'm just his whore!" He shoots his head up and scrambles to kneel in front of me.

Rose takes one arm away from me to jab a finger to his chest. "Did you call her a whore?"

"No! Fuck no! Bell—"

My hand flies forward, connecting with his face soundly. He freezes, and any reply he had is lost in his surprise. His eyes widen as he stares straight into mine.

"No,"he whispers, grabbing for the hand I slapped him with. "Bell, no!I love you, goddamnit! I won't leave."

I shake my head and close my eyes, letting more tears fall down my face. "Bella," Rose starts; she becomes the voice of reason, "you can't take care of yourself right now. Just let us stay until you can walk, at least. Then we'll both go if that's what you want."

Jasper is still grasping my hand, repeatedly whispering 'no' to himself, or me, or Rose. I'm not sure and I don't care. I want them gone. I don't want to suffer this humiliation anymore. She is right though, and I know it. I nod to her as she rises with me, taking me around the bed and away from Jasper. His hand holds on until she finally slaps it forcefully away, and whispers, "Not now,Jasper!"

She lays me down slowly, murmuring to me to stay and that she'll be back with food and water to take my pills with. I pull the covers tight, willing myself to just… disappear.

I hear Jasper's whispered plea, calling out my name and begging me to let him explain. I can't answer him. I don't want him here anymore. I lie here thinking of all the ways I've messed up my life. At one point of my life, I thought the day I watched him marry Alice would be my biggest regret. Watching the two declare themselves to each other; declaring myself to no one, presumably for the rest of my life. I thought about leaving Forks, and the pain related to leaving everything I'd ever known, for a life I had no idea how to live. I remember Jasper telling me he loved me; Jasper making loveto me. I am quite certain that giving Jasper Whitlock my heart, giving us a chance, is the hugest regret I'll ever have.

Pain slashes through heart. No matter how badly he's treated me… no matter if I was just his whore, I love him. Solely and completely. I've lost my best friend over this love. Someone who had been beside me for my entire life. She hates me now because of my love for him. I want to go back, and make the past week just disappear and make Alice, not Jasper, answer the phone the night I called. How would things be then?

Rose comes back in with a bowl of soup and a glass of water in her hands. She sets them on the nightstand and takes pills from the two bottles sitting next to my alarm clock. She hands the pills and the water to me, and I swallow them down greedily. "Can you feed yourself or do you want me to do it? I know it's been a hell of a day. You need to eat though."

I think about telling her to go fuck herself, but know that I can't feed myself. Not now, with the pounding blurring my vision and affecting my motor skills and strength. I nod at her and look down. As she feeds me, she doesn't say anything, for which I'm grateful. I don't want to speak to her or her brother. Ever. I just want to forget that I'd ever met the two of them. I don't want to feel this way anymore.

I finish half the bowl of soup before I start to gag. Rose takes that as a sign that I shouldn't eat any more and begins to clean up. "Do you need the bathroom?"

I nod, ashamed at my inability to do such a thing for myself. I'm a grown woman and I can't even perform the simplest of tasks right now. I know it's something I can't help but still. It's degrading and this woman thinks little enough about me as it is. She just nods though, and helps me to a sitting position before hoisting me up. She walks beside me slowly, supporting all of my weight. She sits me on the toilet after helping me lower my pants and underwear. Instead of leaving, she walks over to the sink. I look toward her incredulous, until she turns around with my toothbrush. I blush as she stands there holding a cup for me to spit in while I use the commode. When I'm finished, she helps me back up, but stops and asks, "Did you want to take a bath? I don't want you to have to walk all the way back later if you do."

I blush even deeper and nod. A bath sounds wonderful. "Okay, I'm just going to sit you back down while I fill the tub, okay?"

I wait, watching her turn the faucets on and plug the drain. She stands back up and looks at me. "I have some salts in my luggage I'm going to put in. You're probably very sore. They'll help relax you."

By the time she finishes, I'm thoroughly exhausted. The water smells incredible, and the heat begins to seep into my bones, relaxing me. I grab a washcloth and wet it, folding it up to put over my eyes. I'm glad for the quiet. Rose left to allow me time to soak. The pain medication has taken its effect again, making things that were incredibly hard to do before, easy again. Like moving, and breathing. It fuzzes up my brain too, more than it was already, making it impossible to really think about anything in particular. That's where the real relaxation comes from: the ability to just… not think for awhile.

The next time I wake, I'm in my bed again. The last thing I remember is soaking in the tub, letting the heat work its magic. How did I get here? I look around for any clue, but see nothing except a perfectly clean, perfectly empty room. I gasp.

The blood is gone!

Rose. That's all I can think, Rose must've cleaned it up. Why is she doing this? It's one thing to make sure I don't die or something, but she's just… I don't know, but I need to tell her to stop. It's too much. Haven't I inconvenienced their family enough?

I turn my head to squint at the alarm clock, and this time my eyes actually allow me to read the numbers clearly. Half past eight. I gasp again; half past eight in the morning! Work! Oh God!

I shoot up out of bed, stumbling on my way to the door. That I actually got to my own two feet is good; that I'm walking and not falling is better. I wrench open the door and make my way down the hall. After the first few steps I need the wall to support me, but I'm still able to walk, at least. I almost make it to my purse when I hear an alarmed voice ask, "What the hell are you doing out of bed?"

I turn to face him, determined not to look into his eyes. "Not that it's any of your concern, but I need to call work."

"I called Angela and let her know. You should go back to bed, baby."

"You should stop fucking calling me that," I snap before inhaling sharply. He sighs as I take a few calming breaths which is hard because I'm losing my breath rapidly, just from exertion. "What did she say?"

He walks closer to me. "She said it's fine, and she hopes you feel better."

I nod, steeling myself to walk back to my bedroom. I really don't want to be in the same room with him. "Bell—"

"No. We're done, Jasper. I'd appreciate it if you'd leave, but you won't until I'm well enough to take care of myself. I accept that—"

"Well, I don't! You totally misunderstood what I told Alice—"

"I said no," I snap.

"Bell," he says, sighing. His voice is bordering on desperate. "Please… just… just let me talk for like two minutes—"

"I think you've said enough."

"Please! I swear to you, if you knew the whole story behind that phone call—"

"Oh! Oh! I see!" I pause, measuring my breaths. "Like how you let me talk the other night? Like you let me have two minutes to explain what you thought you saw!"

"It's not like that—"

"Not like what? Not like you insinuated that I cheated on you? Or not like you're cheating on your wife with me, your whore?"

He winces. "Stop calling yourself that! I love you and you know it!"

"Pretty words and empty promises don't prove love."

"Empty promises? What fucking promise didn't I keep? I don't understand where any of this is coming from!"

"What promise? How about all those questions you wanted to answer for me? You didn't have anything for me—"

"You didn't ask me anything! I would've answered!"

"Or how about that promise to trust me? I mean, you made me promise to trust you, and to not keep things from you. But you didn't want to believe a word I said!"

"I'm sorry! I know how wrong I was! I want to make it right!"

"Oh! I know! Here's this one! How about you telling me that I had no hand in your marriage to Alice ending but basically called me out as a whore the first fucking chance you got?"

He falls to the ground again, a mirror image of himself last night. Sobs wrack his body, and every breath he takes is loud and wet and hard to listen to. He looks up, straight into my eyes as he begs, "Please, please, please, please, don't leave me. I love you and I need you. I don't know if I can walk away from this. From you…"

I sigh as I sink down into my couch which I've backed into. I put my head gingerly in my hands, wishing for my pain meds—my head is throbbing terribly. "I don't think I can forgive you," I whisper; a great sob bursts from him. "I don't know that I want to forgive you…"

He crawls quickly to me, but he's smart enough not to touch me right know. He just kneels in front of me, bending his body over into itself, and begs, "Please… I'll be so good… I swear. Whatever you want… it's yours… I… Just please… please… give me another chance…"

I don't respond for a long while because I'm not sure what my response will be. Finally, I ask the question I've been wondering about since yesterday. "What was the phone call about?"

His head pops up and his hands wipe furiously at his eyes. "I knew how bad I'd fucked up with you. I didn't know what to do. I didn't know who to call—"

"And you thought Alice was the best choice?" I snap sarcastically.

He sighs, closing his eyes again. "She's… always… been there. She's my best friend too."

"She's also your wife! Do you really think she wanted to hear anything about me?"

He sort of shrugs, but has the decency to look ashamed of what he did. "I wasn't really in my right frame of mind, I guess. I needed advice. I can't lose you."

"So tell me what you meant. Tell me what the fuck you meant by telling her you made a mistake."

He sighs, and looks away. "I guess… I couldn't find a better way to put it at the time. I mean… she was freaking out when I called and she heard nothing but crying—"

"So you tell her you made a mistake? How did you think I'd take that? Better yet, how do you think she took it?"

"She knew what I'd meant… she immediately asked what I'd done to you. Best friend, like I said—"

"Yeah, I got that," I snap, irrationally jealous that Alice knows him so well. "And then what?"

"Then… nothing. I asked her to come. I didn't know what else to do. She said she'd see what she could do… and now Rose is here," he whispers. "I'm sorry for making you think it meant anything different."

"Enough. I don't want to listen to any more apologies right now," I say, sighing. I'm exhausted; this is all too much for my injured head to take right now. "I think I need another pain pill. And sleep. And no more talking."

"You need to eat first. Rose said—"

"Yeah. Okay."

He pauses, probably surprised I agreed with him so easily. "Okay. Um… do you… I mean… what would you like to eat?"

"Something easy. Cereal, I guess. And water, I'm thirsty."

He rises from the ground, holding a hand to me. "Let me help you back to bed?"

I stare at his hand; I'm reminded of the way Rose stared at mine when I first met her. I really don't want to touch him. Nodding reluctantly, I put my hand in his and let him support me on the way to the bedroom. He presses his luck, brushing a kiss on my injured forehead, but makes sure to pull back quickly enough that I can't slap him.

After he leaves the room, I let my mind wander. I remember the day before, everything that has happened, and the conclusion that I've drawn about our relationship. He's not answered all that I want, but I haven't asked either. I decide to make a point, when I feel better, to get the answers I want. The answers I need.

There's one question I need the answer to right now. As he walks through the door, I ask, "When are you going home?"

I think maybe he hasn't heard me because he doesn't answer for a while. He just goes about arranging my cereal, and getting my pills out of the bottles.

Finally, he meets my eyes when he hands me the water and medication. "I've decided to take a leave of absence. I'm not leaving. Not until we get a chance. To talk… to be together… I don't care. I won't leave until you know."

"Know what?"

"How much I love you, Bell."

Mucho thanks PTB for helping me along... those guys are so damn awesome!