AN: I know I know, i'm horrible because it's been forever since my last update. But finding a job has been consuming my life! Darn this economy!! Well this chapter is sort of short, I sort of had writer's block because the last chapter didn't really go the way I planned it just sort of came out, lol. So I had to re-evaluate where I was taking the story. Next up, Bella tries to find happiness, but with who??? O NO!!! So does Jacob tell Bella what he's done? ...hmm and i'm thinking about an Edward dream ...what do you guys think??? Thanks again for all of your support and reviews, they really do mean sooo much. They inspire me to write write write!!!

EPOV

Ring….ring…ring….RING….come ….on…..

"Hello….bloodsucker. I thought I told you not to call anymore…don't you kno…"

I interrupted him.
"I'm coming back Jacob."

Silence…

"I know you said you're with her but she has to know how I feel, so I'm coming back, to tell her."

Still silence…

"I just wanted to tell you because I'm doing it over Thanksgiving. If she decides she doesn't want to see me than I will leave but I thin.."

Now he interrupted me.

"You can't come back Edward."

"Why is that?"

"Ok, um so don't go all crazy when I tell you this. When I told you that we were happy together I might have been leading on an assumption."

I couldn't speak now…I didn't know whether to do a spin and jump for joy or jump through the phone and kill that mongrel…I felt both…so instead I listened…

"I thought maybe if I had more time I could get her to see, get her to love me too. I know now that I was wrong. I just don't understand why she chose you. But …silence….you…you win."

Win?

"She loves you, even though you left. I'm not really sure why, but she does. If you make her happy then I suppose it's something I have no other choice than to except. But for me to step aside I ask one favor of you in return. Don't come back yet… "

His tone was solemn and laced with defeat; as if he were dying and he was willing her to me as his last testament.

"Jacob, I…"

His voice was suddenly hard again. "Don't think bloodsucker, that for one second, that if you ever hurt her again, I won't rip you apart and burn the pieces individually to make it as slow and agonizing as possible."

What I didn't say was that if I ever hurt her like that again, I would probably let him.

"Jacob what is it exactly you are asking from me, because if you want me to sit around for another month while you try to woo her into being with you I cannot do that. I won't do that. I've been away from her for far too long," I said firmly.

He was silent for a moment before he spoke again, "give me a chance to tell her what I've done. Let me have her friendship and you can have her heart."

I couldn't fathom what he was saying. He was finally letting her go. She could have both, his friendship and my love, like she'd always wanted.

"Jacob, I know how much you mean to Bella; and I want to thank you for being there for the results of my regretful actions. For this, I will grant your wish. I'll give you until she returns to Forks for Christmas, but that is the extent to what I can offer," I said.

It was strange; I hadn't expected to be bartering for time. But that's the way the conversation had ended. Now the choice remained on how to tell her I was coming back. How do you explain an error in judgment that was so large? How do I convince her that I had never stopped loving her? It was so easy to persuade her into believing I didn't care for her but I had a sentiment that convincing her to believe the truth would be much harder.

BPOV

The flight home from Forks was short. That could be because I slept the whole way. Charlie was there waiting when I arrived.

"It's good to see ya Bells!" Charlie said.

"Good to see ya too Dad."

"I brought your truck this time, I figured it would be a little less conspicuous then the cruiser." He chuckled.

"Thanks, Dad." Charlie was beginning to understand that the less attention the better with me. We drove from the airport back to the white house I knew all too well. Of course it was raining; it wouldn't be Forks without rain.

"Billy's comin' over for turkey dinner on Thursday; I think Jacob's coming too. He sure has missed ya Bells. Always going on 'bout how I need to buckle down and buy my own personal plane so he can fly up to see ya whenever he wants."

"That's great dad," I said with less emotion than he was hoping for. "Would you like for me to cook?"

"Well you can do the side dishes and I'll cook the bird. Billy got me a turkey fryer for my last birthday so I thought we'd try it out."

"Deal," I said.

Walking into my bedroom I felt an odd wave of nostalgia rush over me. Charlie had opened my window; to I'm sure, let in some cool breeze. But instead he let in a wave of sadness. I rushed to the window and quickly shut it; I wasn't ready for that, not yet. As I unpacked my suitcase I couldn't help but wonder about Thanksgiving and how ungrateful I felt. I had a father and mother that loved me, I had so many people in my life that cared, I had Jacob…and yet I couldn't bring myself to feel thankful for any of it without him. Was this really how my life would be from now on? Could I really keep myself secluded from the world forever? I knew my answer before I could even construe the thought…

No...I couldn't

I had to find happiness in something, anything. Maybe I would find it while I was home, maybe not, but I think it's time to try. I had to try…right??