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Edward Cullen's Point of View

No more. No fucking more.

I couldn't take this any longer, it was driving me mad, it was driving me utterly insane. It was like this whole thing was eating me from the inside out, consuming me and torturing me in the worst possible way. I was going out of my goddamn head here and I was done with it all.

I needed her back, I needed my Bella back in my life, whether it killed me or not.

Fuck doing my duty, fuck the Volturi, fuck the Denali's, fuck Tanya. None of them meant anything to me, not if I couldn't have Bella by my side and in my arms. It wasn't worth it, none of it was. I'd happily take the Volturi backlash of saying no to this whole marriage thing then have to live another day without Bella.

Each look in her face, each sigh that left her lips, each tear that slipped from her eyes… I knew they were all for me, I knew she was feeling how I did, and if I had the ability, I would cry too.

I missed her so fucking much. I just wanted her in my arms again. I wanted to hold her and touch her and please her in any way that I possibly could. I'd always said that Bella was like an angel or a princess, and she deserved to be treated like one. She shouldn't be treated like some pathetic ex who I had finished with and discarded. She was so much more than that.

Everyday was like some new form of torture. She'd walk past me and give me a sympathetic smile… She'd leave a room and the scent of her blood would linger… She'd let out the tiniest giggle at something Emmett had said, and I'd wish to God that it had been me to create that beautiful sound.

I loved Bella; I loved her more than words could possibly explain. She wasn't just my girlfriend, she was my lover, my partner, my life, my mate. She was the one I had chosen as my life partner, the one I had planned to spend eternity with. Her, nobody else. So why couldn't I fucking have her?

Why had the Volturi chosen me? Why? Something wasn't quite clicking here. They were old friends of Carlisle, he had once been a part of their circle long before I was turned. He was a close acquaintance, too, someone that the Volturi looked favorably on, as well as any of Carlisle's friends or family. I was in that category, so why had they decided to completely ruin my life now?

What could they possibly gain from marrying me off to Tanya Denali?

Yes, it was true that the Denali's were a very popular and famous vampire clan, and Aro particularly liked them, but why did I have to marry one of them? Surely Aro could get nothing from such a connection. I wondered why all of this had been organized in the first place.

Still didn't get me any closer to my girl, though, did it?

She was still out of reach; she was still not mine. No, I had Tanya now. Great!

Don't get me wrong, I have nothing against Tanya Denali. She's pretty, sweet, kind, funny. She's a good person and, under different circumstances, I may have been attracted to her. But I had seen Bella first, and from that moment I had wanted no other.

Seeing her was like the world coming together, like life suddenly making sense, it was like everything became… right. I'd never felt a pull so strong in all of my life and I knew Bella was the one I'd always want. No offense to Tanya, but Bella was the one who owned my heart and soul, and they'd never belong to another until the day I chose to die and leave this world.

It just pissed me off that Bella and I would never be able to show this to the world. We'd never be together and we'd never be able to be the couple that we once were. We were two separate entities now, merely two people living in the same house until one decided enough was enough and they'd leave. It was complete torture.

It wasn't just myself who was a victim in this whole thing, Bella was more of one than I was. Even though this was my duty, Bella was affected, too. At least I had Tanya to fall back on. Bella was all alone.

But she wasn't alone, was she? No. She'd found someone to take my place, and I'd be damned if I was going to let him fight his way into my Bella's heart.

At first, I was glad for Jacob's interest in her. He was providing her with company and a friendship that I couldn't. He was there for her, he made her smile, he cheered her up and he could be the shoulder for her to cry on when I wasn't there. He was being her friend and that was what she needed. With Jacob, Bella wasn't alone any more.

Then I got into his thoughts.

His thoughts of Bella were far from innocent, and far from what a friend should be thinking. The little bastard loved her, and even though I couldn't blame him, he could go to hell before I let him get his hands on my girl. The way he looked at her, the way he spoke to her, the way he mindlessly flirted with her, I wanted to pummel the bastard's face in. Bella, of course, was completely blind to it all. She was far too innocent and sweet to pick up on his behavior, and I thanked God for that.

With me gone, who knew what she could be feeling.

But Bella didn't feel anything but friendship for him; at least that was the impression she gave. She saw him and treated him as a best friend. I couldn't read her mind, but I knew Bella well enough to read her body language. She saw Jacob as her best friend, nothing more, nothing less. So even though he was in love with her, she was not in love with him…

Their embrace in the garage was the last fucking straw.

To see him holding her and her holding him made my blood reach boiling point. I was one step from ripping his fucking head off, but only seeing Bella attached to him stopped me. If I hurt her in my rage to destroy Jacob Black, then I'd never forgive myself. Instead, I took deep breaths and calmed myself down, finally doing the task at hand. He finally let her go to get on with his work, and I could at last be alone with Bella and ask her what the hell was really going on.

I flipped when she started mouthing of at me for moaning about Jacob. Me! The man who loved her with the whole of his un-beating heart, the man who would die for her if I had to, the man who she supposedly loved back.

So I decided to remind her of that.

The feel of her lips upon mine again was like heaven on earth. It was like every bad thing that had occurred between us was suddenly fixed with that one single touch. We fell back into old times, my hands covering her body when she finally kissed me back.

But I wasn't gentle, oh no. I wanted her to know who her heart belonged to, I wanted to remind her that Jacob Black had no claim what-so-ever on her. She was mine and mine alone, just like I was hers. And her words afterwards told me that she knew that.

Then I fucked it all up.

And from the moment she left me, standing in that garage, watching her glorious form get further and further away from me, my words rang in my head. She was mine, and I was hers… and there was nothing anyone could do about that.

I had to do it, I had to be hers again. I had to show her that I wanted no one but her and her alone. So, to hell with this marriage. Only one thing mattered in my life, and that one thing was Isabella Marie Swan.

So that was what I was doing right now, I was marching into the house, I was searching for Tanya, and I was going to tell her that the whole thing was off. No more marriage, no more pretend love, and no more Aro telling me who I could and couldn't be with. I knew who I wanted to be with, and I'd be damned if he was going to stop me.

I found Tanya in my room, painting her nails, humming softly to herself. She looked up and smiled when she saw me, her smile quickly vanishing when she saw the set and determined look on my face. She closed her bottle of nail varnish and looked back to me.

"You going to tell me what's wrong?" she asked as she folded her arms.

I ran my hand nervously through my bronze and tousled hair. I knew this would not be easy. I really liked Tanya. None of this was her fault and I knew she was a good and decent person. My decision would affect her as well as me. I knew I'd get the complete blame for calling all this off, but it wouldn't exactly boost Tanya's confidence either. Whether you love them or not, no one wants to get dumped by their fiancé.

But I had to tell her. It was what I wanted. I needed my life back, so I had to voice my worries and tell her what I was going to do.

"I'm calling it off," I mumbled, but I knew she'd heard me.

"Calling what off?" she enquired. She wasn't stupid, she knew exactly what I was talking about. There was only one possible subject that I could be talking about here.

"The marriage, the wedding, everything," I said, standing stock still as I allowed her to take this information in. "I'm done with it."

She was silent for a while as my words registered in her head. They were pretty big and important words, so I wasn't at all surprised by how long she chewed over them. Her face contorted many times, showing practically every emotion possible known to man. At first she was surprised, but that quickly contorted to anger. Then she changed to confusion, realization, and finally, she settled on acceptance.

She had no choice but to accept what I was saying, because I wouldn't change my mind for the world.

She bit her lip before finally letting out a sigh.

"It's because of the human, isn't it?" she questioned.

I had to admit, I was quite surprised by what she said. I expected fireworks, I expected screaming and shouting and fighting. What I did not expect was Tanya to go straight to the source of our break up.

"How'd you guess?" I questioned, finally feeling confident and safe enough to approach her and seat myself next to her on my bed. She shuffled over to allow me room.

"Because I'd be an idiot not to," she answered.

"I'm not following," I said, my eyebrows furrowed.

She sighed and rolled her eyes. "Even a blind man could see how in love you are with her, Edward. You watch her constantly, and you try your hardest to be near her all the time. When you're with her, you're different, like there's a spring in your step and you come alive. There's a glint in your eye that only appears when you see Bella. And when you're not with her, there's a longing in you that yearns to be by her side. You haven't been yourself since I got here because you are always after her."

"Oh," I said, dropping my head for a moment. I quickly lifted my eyes to look back at her. "Was I that obvious?"

"You could have the words 'I love Bella' tattooed onto your forehead and you couldn't be more obvious," Tanya giggled. I was just thankful that she was taking this so well.

"But… what about Aro?" I questioned.

"He's gonna be pretty pissed," she admitted. "And as much as I like you, I am taking no blame for this whole breakup. I don't know why he organized this whole thing in the first place, and I'm taking no blame for ending it. But you can't help who you love. I know it's hurting you to be away from Bella. I feel the same about Garrett."

Ah, Garrett, Tanya's secret love. She had been lusting after him for decades now. Garrett was a nomad who had lived with the Denali's for a few years in the 1960s. He still visited them, but Tanya had always held a torch for the guy. They had dated a few times, but nothing had ever been made official. Still, this whole marriage thing must have been a strain on them and whatever their relationship was.

"I can't believe you're being so understanding," I said, letting out a single chuckle.

"I know what you're going through," she said. "And even though I'm very fond of you, I've never been in love with you, Edward. We are good friends, always have been, so the idea of marrying you was never something that scared the hell out of me. I knew I'd have a good husband. But even though my head was in it, my heart wasn't."

"Mine neither," I commented. And it was true. How could I marry Tanya when my heart was always with Bella? This whole marriage was doomed from the start. "I'm just glad that we can end this whole thing on good terms."

She smiled and took my hand in hers. "You are a good person, Edward, and an even better friend. You need to be with Bella, you will only ever be yourself again if you have her. But, like I said, Aro's gonna be pissed."

"I know," I sighed, slipping my hand from hers and running it though my hair again. "And I totally understand that you want nothing to do with it. I'd never place the blame on you, anyway."

She grinned. "I know you wouldn't, and I'm eternally grateful to you for that. So, go be with her, Edward. It's obvious to see that she needs you just as much as you need her. You're not the only one whose been moping around these past few days."

I laughed before I leaned forward and kissed her cheek. She stood up. "Thanks, Tanya, for everything."

"No problem," she said with a wink. She gave me one last wave before she left my bedroom.

If I was honest with myself, I was just as grateful to Tanya as she was to me. I wasn't expecting the warm reception I received when I told her it was over. I seriously expected my head to have been removed from my body as she screamed at me and burnt the pieces. Her blessing and her co-operation was the last thing I expected. But I had received it. She was allowing me to be with my Bella, she was giving me my life back.

Yeah, I was pretty fucking grateful.

"What's up with you?" came Rosalie's voice, breaking me from my happy musings. She was standing in my doorway, looking at me with a raised eyebrow.

The happy and satisfied grin refused to leave my lips. "I just got my life back," I said.

"Huh?" she asked, a confused expression on her face.

"I broke up with Tanya," I beamed. "I'm going to be with Bella again."

"You did what?" she exclaimed. "Edward, the Volturi are gonna flip when they hear this."

"Fuck the Volturi," I said, standing up and running towards my wardrobe. "Only Bella matters to me, so she comes first every time. I'm finally going to be with her again." I began sifting through my clothes.

"You're insane, you know that?" she said, but I could see a slither of a smile on her face.

"Course I am," I laughed. "When it comes to Bella, everything I do is insane. So I'm going to get myself ready and tell her the good news."

Rosalie rolled her eyes. "I just hope you know what you're doing. Good luck, Romeo," she said before she walked away.

I ignored her snarky comments. I didn't care, I was finally getting my girl back and nothing could stop the happy feeling from leaving my body. I'd deal with Aro when the time came. It wasn't going to be easy to convince him to let me be with her instead on Tanya, but our love was worth fighting for, and I was willing to do just that.

I decided to pick out an outfit, have a shower, get dressed and make myself look worthy and presentable before I went to find Bella.

This was actually happening. I was a free man. I was getting my girl back.

I was getting my girl back…