.25 (part 2).

"I know you knew about Kate and I, but what you saw in photographs and on TV, was far from reality; at least for the last year or so of our relationship. We argued all the time and over the tiniest of things, like leaving a used butter knife on the counter top and not having it put away in the dishwasher, or when I hung up a damp towel and it fell to the floor without me knowing, ooft she was pissed. I was stressed, she was stressed and we let out our anger on each other. One day, I made the decision that ending it would be better on both of us, because the fighting clearly was not helpful or healthy. That same day, she told me she was pregnant."

I don't know why that came as a shock to me, because if something is a tough subject to someone it more than likely means they've been through it before and so…oh no…tell me they didn't.

"We were over the moon; couldn't have been happier, and for the first month it was like all that pressure had vanished and we were back to normal, and the only arguments were the joking kind that you end up laughing at. It was like this baby was a blessing and gave us the chance to start over. I started travelling around then, and barely made it home – that killed me. I then started my States-European tour which meant I wouldn't return back to Kate and the baby until she was nearing the end of her pregnancy, but at least I wouldn't miss the birth, that's the main thing.

Then one night, after finishing the show in Hamburg, I noticed Jane acting very strange… she was being nice to me, which, as you know, is not a common way for her to be. I was so tired that I didn't call her out on it and went to bed. A few days later, Jane cracked and spilt the beans. Kate was spotted at home and for someone who was nearly eight months pregnant, she didn't exactly look…expecting."

Edward was staring at the bed quilt beneath us, his eyes shone with anger and depression – it was horrible to notice how much this affected him, even now after they broke up so long ago. I wanted to ask a question, but it looked as though he was working out how to word the next sentence, so I held back.

"At first I thought they had seen someone who looked a lot like Kate and made a mistake, because she had told me so much about the baby, but Jane had had someone snap a picture which I saw with my own eyes – oh it was Kate alright. Next, I thought she had gone behind my back and done the unimaginable – had an abortion. With thousands of fans turning up to see my show every night, I had to somehow put this depression to the back of my mind and give them the best show that I could deliver. Finding out the truth turned out to be worse than her having an abortion – she had lied the whole time."

That bitch…

"She had never been pregnant, and only said it because she knew we were about to split. I felt so stupid – still do feel stupid, that I fell for her little lie. I mean, we hadn't had sex in months, so I don't know why I could even believe for a second that she was pregnant, and when I was on tour and she would send me a message saying 'going for a scan today!' I would ask for a photo of the scan, to see my baby's development, and her answer would be that her camera doesn't pick up the quality properly and all these other shit little lies. Tell me, tell me, Bella, how could I take that in and not think twice?"

Oh, he wanted me to actually answer. "Hey, you said yourself you were tired and touring all over the place, so you might not have been concentration as much as normal. Also the idea of becoming a father was so exciting that nothing else mattered. I can't even begin to explain how sorry I am, Edward. I don't know how you coped and how anyone could be so cruel."

When I put a hand on his shoulder he shocked the hell out of me by grabbing it, linking it with his fingers and pressed them hard against his mouth and nose. I could feel the rough, forceful exhale of air. He moved our hands down to his knee when he started to speak.

"What gets me, and makes my blood really boil is the fact Kate told me she was having a girl and had me discuss fun activities we could do with our daughter, and all the songs that I could write and perform that included my little girl and promises to her life."

I didn't miss the subtle dab to the corner of his eye, and then to the other – a sure sign that tears were forming.

"She feels so real, like a daughter that is mine but I've never met, so although she never was real, I genuinely feel like I've lost a child and so I hadn't ever felt more relieved than when you told me you were keeping Flicker…I…thank you; that is all I can say - thank you."

It was then that the 'Edward' I know from MTV (the act he performs for the media) disappeared and a new 'Edward' appeared. A vulnerable form of his self, the trust he had on Kate vanished, which, undoubtedly meant that his trust for anything vanished. He looked scared, worn out and, over all, depressed. He still held my hand in a tight grip, squeezing harder every so often because of whatever thought that zapped through his mind.

I don't know what it was, maybe it was my heart twanging and the need to comfort, but something had me placing a sweet, delicate kiss on the corner of his lips. All it took was for him to move his head slightly and the kiss instantly deepened.

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I'm crying because I just chopped an onion, I swear…Who else was chopping onions with me? And, in a review, tell me what you would do to Kate if you could? *rubs hands menacingly* mwah-ha-ha…