A/N: Sorry it's been so long. I've had school and tons of homework. Thanks for all your support.

Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight or any of its characters.

Edward

I rushed into his waiting arms and sobbed on his shoulder. He held me close and rubbed my back soothingly.

"Shh, Bella. Shh. It's okay," he whispered into my ear.

"No," I cried. "It's not okay."

I quieted down enough to speak clearly, and pulled away from him slightly. He looked down at me and ran his hand across my cheek, wiping away my tears.

"What's wrong? What happened, Bella?"

"Edward, maybe you should go inside," my dad spoke in a weary voice. "Alice, why don't I give you a ride home?"

"Sure, Charlie," she said softly as she walked over to the cruiser.

Edward pulled me along with him into the house and sat me on the couch in the living room.

"Bella, what's going on? What is everybody freaking out about?" His voice was so stern that I almost laughed. I bet he wouldn't be like this if he knew what he was asking for.

"I think you should sit down, Edward." He looked at me with wary eyes and slowly sank into the chair by his side.

I looked over at him, and then jumped up. I started the classic nervous act: wringing my hands, relentlessly pacing, running my hands through my hair.

"Bella, you're not moving again, are you?" he asked nervously.

I let out a short laugh. "No." I closed my eyes, willing the tears to stay put for just a little longer. "How do I say this?" I mumbled to myself, but he heard.

"Why don't you start at the beginning?" he suggested.

I opened my eyes and took him in. His perfect, bronze hair was more disheveled than usual, and his emerald eyes were waiting. I quickly turned away from him. I couldn't tell him while looking into those eyes. They would be my downfall.

"Well, a few weeks after I first moved all those years ago, I had an accident. I sort of passed out. The doctors ran all these tests to figure out what was wrong, and well…they found cancer."

I slowly turned back to him to see his reaction. His face was surprisingly calm, but I could see the fear burning in his eyes, those eyes that told me so much.

"But that was a long time ago. You're okay now. You've taken treatment and gotten better, right?"

"Edward, I wish it were that simple. I stopped responding to treatment about seven months ago. And it's spreading quickly," I whispered as the tears finally streamed down my face.

He was there in an instant, holding me tight against his chest. "You're going to be fine, Bella. I will not let anything happen to you. Never. I can get you the best doctors in the world. They'll fix it. You're going to be okay. You have to be."

I could see the tears filing in his eyes. My heart clenched. His pain was my pain.

"No, Edward. You don't understand. I was at the doctor today. They got my blood tests back. There's nothing they can do. I only have six months, maybe a little more."

"No!" he yelled, and suddenly, he was across the room, running his fingers through his tousled hair. The tears fell faster.

"I can't lose you, Bella. I won't." My heart broke as his strangled voice came to me. I did nothing but cause him pain.

"I'm sorry," I whispered.

"Why didn't you tell anyone, Bella?"

"I told Alice," I blurted out before I could stop. He stopped pacing, and his head shot up to look at me.

"When?"

"Last week, after I passed out," I answered carefully. He put his hand over his face, then ran it through his hair again.

"You told her, but you couldn't tell me? Do you not trust me anymore? Is that it?" he said angrily.

"No! Of course I trust you. I didn't want to-"

I broke off when I saw him walking toward the door.

"Edward?"

He ignored me and kept walking.

"Edward!" I was in practically in hysterics now. He stopped at the door, and spoke without looking at me.

"I just…I need to think, Bella." His voice was tormented.

I watched him walk out the door. But I feared he was also walking out of my life.

I collapsed on the floor, trying adamantly to catch my breath as three words repeated themselves over and over again in my head.

He hates me.

Half an hour later, I was fully numb. I got up from my spot on the floor and went up to my room.

I had an idea.

I turned on my computer and pulled out a blank CD. I pulled together a list of appropriate songs, then turned on the recorder.

"Hey Edward."

After the CD was finished, I wrote 'For Edward' across the top. I put it in my top drawer, ready for when I needed to give it to him. Then I rushed downstairs.

Alice and my father walked through the door at that moment.

"Bella, are you okay? I'm so sorry about my stupid brother. Listen, he just-"

I ignored her and walked to the door they had left open.

"Bella, where are you going?"

"Home."

"Bella, what are you talking about? This is your house. Bella!"

I shut the door in her face.

Sorry Alice, I can't deal with this right now. My brain stated what my mouth couldn't form into words. Then, I got into my big truck and started the drive home.