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-{11. Coffee Shop}-

{Edward}

I blew my nose one more time and tossed the tissue into the trash. Interestingly enough the last time I cried it had been about Bella too. We were in my parents living room watching a movie. My parents were upstairs and we were trying to keep things neutral around them. But in reality it was one of the last nights of our relationship and we both knew it. At one point when the protagonist of the film made his impassioned speech to his girlfriend Bella and I both looked over at each other and started to cry.

We were both so tired. Tired of the fighting. Tired of the heart ache and we just didn't want to do it anymore. Now it was two years later and I was still tired. Tired of being away from her. Tired of spending night after night without her in my arms. I thought she was tired too. I thought she missed me as much as I missed her. I thought the last week meant the same to her as it did to me. She told me it did. Hell, she showed me it did. So how did everything go so wrong?

Sure the scene in my living room looked bad. Sure, I could understand how Bella could misinterpret it at first, but anyone with eyes could see that I had no interest in Tanya. And even if Bella were blind she heard me tell Tanya that it was over.

To say it was one of the worst nights of my life would be a bit of an overstatement. However it was definitely the worst night in recent memory.

Now as my brain spun out of control I sat at my kitchen table. My lap top and my cell phone in front of me. I was logged into both of my email accounts and my instant messaging service. I prayed she would pop online just for a millisecond so I could at least try to talk to her. Or answer one of my text messages. I'd sent her five.

Finally I just couldn't take it anymore. I had to get out the house. I left my computer running, grabbed my cell phone and walked out the door.

The sun was just barely rising over the city as I walked out of my apartment building and down the street. The entire trip I watched my feet trudge over the cracked pavement. I didn't need to pay attention to where I was going. I knew the route by heart. When I arrived at my favorite coffee shop I paid no notice to anyone as I ordered and paid for my Caramel Latte. Instead I walked with the same apathetic pace to the corner of the room, sat down and stared out the window.

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{Bella}

My room mate sat on her bed, Ipod blaring in her ears, a book pressed to her nose. As I walked into my dorm room she nodded a greeting without looking up from what I assumed was her homework. I set my luggage down on my bed and waved goodbye. She nodded again and I was out the door. I couldn't stay there. There was no way I was going to be able to think clearly with her muffled Screamo music wafting into my ears and sleep was totally out of the question. I needed air and space. I needed to move.

My phone vibrated in my pocket. I flipped it open and read the text. It simply said "I love you, please come back." I framed a million replies in my mind but sent none. I simply didn't know what I wanted to say. I want so badly to tell him I'm sorry. That I didn't mean for any of this to happen. That I loved him and all I wanted to do was fall asleep in his arms. But I didn't say any of that. I couldn't. Not while my mind was so clouded with other things.

Not while I was so afraid.

Edward didn't deserve to be treated this way. He didn't deserve a girlfriend who told him that she loved him then ran away at the first sign of trouble. He didn't deserve a girlfriend who didn't have faith in him.

Of course Edward wouldn't sleep with Tanya right under my nose. Edward wasn't that kind of sleazeball nor was he that kind of idiot. You'd have to be really stupid to think you could get away with a stunt like that. And of course Tanya was the type of skank to show up unannounced in her birthday suit. So why did I doubt him? Why did I run? It makes perfect sense, so why?

Now as I marched through the city streets I kept asking myself these very questions. Before I knew it I was standing in front of my favorite coffee shop. I stared at the front door a full minute before deciding to go inside. I wasn't until I had that I noticed the redhead staring out the window. He didn't see me. I could still leave. I could run again. But I didn't because I knew I couldn't run forever.

I bypassed the counter and walked over to his table. He must have been lost in thought because he didn't even flinch. He just gazed out the window at the murky nothing of the streets at night.

"Hey" I said softly. It took a second for the sound to register. When it did he snapped his head in my direction and a sad smile flickered across his lips.

"Bella." He acknowledged let out a long breath. "I'm so glad you're here." And he was glad. I could see the hope burning in his eyes. It made me feel horrible that I was about to snuff out that hope. That I was about to break his heart.

"Can I sit down?" I motioned to the seat across from him which was currently supporting his feet. He moved them and I sat down.

"Can I get you anything?" He asked when he realized I didn't order anything.

"No." I said shaking my head and letting my eyes rest on my hands. "I kinda just want to talk."

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{Edward}

"Okay." I nodded studying her face.

She took a deep breath and met my eyes. "I'm sorry but it's over. In truth it should have never began again."

My heart skidded to a stop in my chest and the bile rose into my throat. "What?"

"I'm sorry but I can't do this again, Edward. I can't go through the pain of losing you again. I won't survive it."

I leaned across the table and took hold of one of her hands. My eyes blazing into hers. I could see her unshed tears brimming at the surface. I could fell her fear exuding off of her posture. "You're not going to lose me." I stated adamantly. "I'm here. I'm always going to be here. Forever."

She pulled her hand out of mine and wrapped her arms across her chest. "You can't promise me that, Edward. That's what you said last time."

"I can promise you that. I know how I feel and for me this is forever." She shook her head in denial and I could feel a steady trickle of anger seeping through my veins. This was NOT the way I pictured this conversation going, at all. In frustration I raked my hands through my hair and fell back into my chair.. "What do you want me to say, Bella? Whatever it is I'll say it."

"Nothing. I want you to say nothing. I just wanted to tell you that no matter how things are now I know that eventually the other foot is going to drop. Our happy little love bubble is going to pop and I can't handle that eventuality so I'm going to stop the heartache now."

"You have no idea what the future will bring."

She scoffed "This from the man who just promised me forever."

"Damn it, Bella. Why are you trying to pick a fight with me?"

"Because it needs to be done! Someone needs to step up and admit that this love affair of ours is doomed."

"You don't know that. You can't possibly know that." I hissed in spite of myself. I could feel my anger getting the best of me. I shoved my hands under the table and clenched and unclenched my fist to try to release some of the tension.

"I do!" She leaned forward but didn't unwrap her arms. "I can see it already. Tanya was just proof of it. Something will happen, you'll leave and it'll be over." Her tears breached the surface and flowed down her cheeks.

"I'm gonna leave? Or you're going to push me away? Because it seems to me that I've been the one sticking my neck out while all you have to do is sit there and nod." Totally wrong thing to say. As I huffed out a breath the tears in her eyes evaporated into intense anger.

"Fuck you, Edward." She spat in my direction before getting up and walking for the front door. But I would not have it this time. She was not going to walk out on me again. I shoved my chair backwards and stomped into the street. She was a full block away walking as fast as she could towards her apartment. I called her name. She didn't turn around. I jogged in her direction and when I caught up I grabbed her arm and spun her around. "Let go of me!" She squealed shoving me back hard. I stumbled but managed to get a grip on both her arms and keep her from fleeing.

"No." I refused. "Not until you hear me out." An old lady walking her dog passed us and gave me a fearful look. Bella paid her no mind. She didn't try to move or speak. She simply nodded curtly and glared at me.

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{Bella}

"Look," He started. "I can't do anything about before. It's the past. I can't take away the pain it caused you. But I can promise you that it was just as painful for me as it was for you. I agonized over our loss, Bella. I mourned it. I spent my nights clutching a pillow pretending it was you, and I spent the days studying old photos because I thought it was the only way that I'd ever see you again."

I felt the tears well up in my eyes again as his voice cracked. I hated doing this to him. I hated it, but it was the right thing to do. Wasn't it? As he continued I wasn't sure anymore. I felt like a war was going on inside me. "It hurt and it was sad." He acknowledged. "Believe me when I say that I'm just as afraid of going through that pain as you are. And don't tell me you're not afraid because I know you are. I can see it written clearly on your face." I tried to swallow the lump in my throat. I should have known that he would see right through to the heart of the matter.

"Now you told me that you want us to be together at the air port and I believe that. But if I'm wrong, you've got to tell me. Tell me once and for all that it's over and I'll walk away and never look back." He let go of my arms and studied me hard. I felt my stomach flip as a million thoughts clattered through my mind.

It was time to make a choice.