"Did you ever stop and think that maybe we were never over to begin with?" She watched me curiously, almost shocked before her expression hardened again.

"If it was never over, then why the hell are you with Tanya? Why are you leading her on like that?" Bella shouted, "You're using her Edward!"

"No, I love Tanya, but not as much as I love you. I love you in ways I'll never understand!" I yelled back, taking a step closer. Bella glanced at me before sobbing again.

"Edward I love you too…but I can't." She said, "You can't just leave Tanya and pretend it'll all be okay."

"Leave me?" Tanya. How the hell did she know where we were? Bella's eyes grew wide, and she gasped. I spun around to face Tanya. She looked calm; would she suddenly start freaking out on me?

"I-I have t-to go." Bella said, before I could stop her she started walking away, nearly sprinting a few moments later.

"What are you two arguing about?" Tanya asked, "I got out of my car and heard you were leaving me?" I sighed, ready to explain myself, and she looked relieved; catching me off guard. "It's about time you spoke up Edward…because to be honest, I love you, but I'm not ready for marriage…and I think you belong with Bella, more than you belong with me."

I stared at her, stunned. "Wait—you're actually o-okay with this?" I asked. Tanya nodded, giving me a small smile.

"I love you Edward," She repeated, "Go find Bella, I'll go find my true love." She cracked another smile and leaned into to kiss my cheek, before wrapping me in a hug.

"I'm sorry, Tanya." I replied, "I love you too, and I was never using you, I promise you that."

"I know. But I don't think I would have minded too much, seeing as with everything that's happened. Bella is your other half, and you need her. I'll be fine. I'll explain to the others we weren't ready for marriage, and that we just didn't feel anything for each other after all."

"Would you wait to say that? I want to be there with you when we explain it so they don't assume I just left you, because that won't look good."

"Okay," Tanya nodded.

(Bella's POV):

My phone buzzed loudly, and I looked down glaring at it. Edward was calling me. I picked it up, preparing myself to yell at him, "You know, Edward, I'm really not in the mood to talk to you right now."

I almost hung up there but his words stopped me, "Now hang on, you may be done talking, but I sure as hell am not."

"What, did you call to break me some more?" I growled irritated. Did you call to ask why I cry on the cold, bathroom floor every night? Did you finally listen to my damn voicemails from god knows when?

"No, Bella, we need to talk." He replied.

"About what?" I said, showing in my voice how much I didn't want too.

"About the way you acted around Tanya." He said, waiting for my response.

"Edward, you're not my father. I don't need you telling me about my attitude. I've grown up, surely you've noticed." I said with a hint of venom coating my words.

"From that display yesterday, I would have thought otherwise." Ouch. That hurt. I remained quiet and he sighed, "I didn't mean that."

"You didn't?" I asked doubtful. "Because it sure seems like you did."

"I don't mean that," He repeated.

"Whatever, what do you want, Edward?" I said. I was used to his verbal abuse sometimes; he would claim he didn't mean it. I was only used to it because he was my best friend in high school. He was the only one who noticed me.

"I told you already," Edward said, "Why can't you accept Tanya?"

This illusion always played in my mind; because I always expected us to end up like this ever since I heard about Tanya. And they were probably arguing because of me; Tanya was most likely destroyed and heartbroken.

Could Edward really have used her to get to me?

As I thought about it, my phone went off and Edward's name was on the screen. I sighed, wiping my eyes and answering it, "Hello."

"Bella, can we talk please?" His voice was soft, and he was almost pleading.

"Does Tanya hate me now?" I asked.

"She has more reason to hate me, Bella," Edward replied, "But no, she doesn't hate either of us."

"What? What do you mean?" I nearly cried, stunned she seemed fine.

"She told me she originally didn't want to go through with it; she wasn't ready." Edward answered, sighing loudly, "She said she didn't feel anything, and to be quite honest, I felt something for her when we met, but nothing afterwards."

"So there was no damage to the Volvo?" I said, teasing slightly.

Edward chuckled, "No, the Volvo still looks good as new. But I need to talk to you, and I need you to listen."

I hesitated, but resigned, "Okay."

A/N: Sorry to end there. I didn't forget to update Wednesday I actually had a college tour to go on that went on all day. So I had this typed up, but I never was able to post it. I just added this little note for you guys. To the guest who reviewed, did you get bored already? No, I did not. I just haven't had the time, or much of the inspiration. Thursday I probably could have updated, but most likely forgot. Terribly, terribly sorry. Thank you for your patience and reviews!