A/N: Okay quicky here…the song for these next two chapters are all remotely the same. I wrote them to a song on that dollar tree CD and the Orcastrated theme from the Bodyguard Soundtrack. That one works really well! I'll try to find it and post the link on my profile…I doubt I can find it on the playlist website… Anyway. Other songs that work really well too are Dear Agony By Breaking Benjamin and The Truth By Good Charlotte are really good too I'll post them as soon as I can to my playlist.

BPOV-

"Edward it's James. Listen I'm sorry that I didn't get a hold of you sooner. You know how it goes sometimes. Besides after what I saw at the Grammys I figured you'd want some time alone with the Swan girl. It does appear that I owe you some money. I had to admit. I didn't think you could do it. How you managed to get her to fall in love with you is a mystery to me. But congrats you won the bet and I gave you my word and I never break my word. Call me back."

I woke with a cry again. I shot up in my bed and looked around in confusion. Then I remembered. Three months had passed since that day in the studio. Three months had passed since I left LA for New York. I needed to get out. I needed to get away. I told that to Alice that day as she helped me pack. I knew she was concerned, but there was no way that I could talk about it then. There wasn't really a way I could talk about it now. It was still hard. Three months and it was still hard. I had felt so whole before. Before a two minute message made me realize it was all just a lie. Just a scam.

New York wasn't much different than LA, except it was considerably colder, I was always followed by the press, but I rarely went out. Only when it was essential did I really leave my apartment. I went ahead and bit the bullet and purchased a place that was in a secure building. I didn't know how long I would be there, so I figured it would be far better than living in a hotel. I owned the whole floor. So it was simple and I didn't really have to worry much.

I was hiding. I knew I was hiding. And I knew exactly what I was hiding from. I was hiding from talking about it. I knew that by keeping it inside I was just making it harder, but I couldn't bear to talk about it. It somehow made the betrayal realer, more tangible, and harder to deal with. I could barely think about it without becoming hysterical. But as far as I had gone away from him, as much as I tried to bury it inside that voice still haunted me, still tortured me, still ripped a fresh hole in my chest every night.

This wasn't normal. This wasn't heart break. This was like there was hole in my chest where my heart used to be. Like there was nothing there. I felt empty, vacant, a shell of what I was and I hated it. I hated that he did this to me and I hated that I had let it happen. I trusted him. I gave him my heart and my trust and I got burned.

So why…why after everything that happened, did I wish that I could just go back. Go back to not knowing. Go back to just believing that he loved me. Go back to how he made me feel when he would tell me that I'm beautiful. Why did I still long to be in his arms, to feel his touch, to hear his voice? Why did I wish everyday that I could that back. I knew the answer. As impossible as it seemed, I knew why. I just didn't understand. How could I still love him?

EPOV-

I was running. I was heading somewhere, no I was heading toward somewhere then I saw her. She was standing in a field on the side of the path. She was wearing a beautiful white gown and her hair was free and down. The breeze was catching them and blowing them away from her. I didn't see where she was until then. She was standing on the edge of a cliff facing away from me and out toward the ocean. I called to her as I approached but she didn't turn. I shouted and shouted for her to no avail. Finally she turned and I saw the look on her face and stopped short. She was as beautiful as I could ever remember but she looked so broken. I saw a tear fall and streak down her cheek leaving a trail for another to follow. I started toward her again. What could have made this beautiful angel cry? I was a few feet away when she took one step forward off the cliff.

I woke with a start, sitting straight up in my empty bed looking around desperately for her. I knew she wouldn't be there. I ran a hand through my disheveled hair. Three months had passed since Bella had left. Three lonely empty months without her. I never thought that I would meet anyone like her. I never thought I would find someone so…perfect…so wonderful. And I had lost her. I had lost her due to my own stupidity. I had not only lost her, I had hurt her. I had made her cry. I had put tears in my lovely angel's eyes, just like my dream.

Everything had been so perfect. I had done it. I told her how I felt. I told her over and over and over again during the two days following the Grammys. I had just relished in the feeling of being with her. Of actually being with someone who loved me for me. Who didn't judge me or only want to sleep with me because of the press. I had almost forgotten. I had almost forgotten about James and the bet. I had forgotten and now I realized that was my problem. But what was I supposed to do? Tell her? That would have gone over well. Well then again it wasn't like not telling her worked out too swimmingly either did it?

How much your life could change in just a few seconds…I had heard the phone ring while I was finishing up in the shower, but I figured if it was important they would leave a message. A few minutes later as I was stepping out I heard the distinct sound of Bella's truck starting. I raced down the stairs in nothing but my towel around my waist, but I was too late. She was already gone. The door was flung wide open and she was already gone. I didn't know what possibly could have made her leave so suddenly. Bella had said that she wanted to go and play the piano before she had to go for the day. I laughed and told her that was fine. I went into the great room that was a combination of my living room and composition space. I saw sheet music and a pen resting on the top of the piano. Then I saw a stray sheet by the phone. I picked it up to see the ink already beginning to run where the tears had stained the page. She had been crying. Why had she been crying? I saw the blinking of the answering machine and pressed play to replay the message.

I was an idiot. No I was worse than an idiot and I knew it to. I had tried to call her to explain I had even tried to go in person to explain, but she wasn't going to listen. Not that I really blame her. I wouldn't be talking to me either. Then I heard from Emmett a week later that Bella had moved to New York to finish recording. She had moved across the country to get away from me. I had pushed her away from the only family she had left. I was a monster.

I was a monster who was still in love with the innocent little woman who wanted nothing to do with him. I was the lion that fell in love with the lamb, but just like that, it was impossible. I would never stop trying though. I was determined now. I couldn't sit her in a lump anymore. I'm sure Bella wasn't, and I wanted to be the kind of person that Bella would want to be with, the kind of person that could only hope for her love, the kind of person that deserved it. I knew she probably would never totally forgive me, or trust me, but I had to try. I had to. I loved her and you have to fight for who you love. She had called me her white knight I think it was time I started acting like one.

End notes: Okay I know that it's a depressing chapter. I have to say I hate writing these chapters! Really bad, but they are so important to where this story is going to go. I'm kinda hopping that the fact I hate them doesn't show. Please let me know if it does. I'm going to force myself to keep writing this weekend though…so please review and tell me what you think.