Edward's POV

Like so many nights before I was in Bella's room holding her. The difference was her crying. I had never seen her like she was now. She didn't say anything; I decided it would be better for me to wait for her to stop crying before I said anything to her. With every sob she cried, it cut me again. Not only because she was crying, but she was crying for a rival, a warewolf, another boy that she had loved.

After she fell asleep in the early hours of the morning, I wondered if I should leave again. I knew though that I couldn't. But she loved the mongrel- that much was obvious. And it was my fault that she was in such pain. If I hadn't come back, she would not be sobbing. If I hadn't left, she never would have met the other boy, Jacob Black. It is all my fault, I know this, but I can't leave. Not again.