Thank you, Sherry (Banshee69) for your help. I don't own Twilight. SM owns Twilight. No copyright infringements subject matter of 9-11 is what gives it an M rating, so if you're triggered by that then please do not read.

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POV- Edward

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I grab my guitar and head for the door. She can avoid my texts and reject my calls, well, let's see what she does when I show up on her doorstep. She won't be able to block me out and my apology for long.

I pull up to Bella's yellow, ranch style house that sits on a beautiful level lot. I can just imagine the prettiest flowers running beside the house, in bloom come this spring. Bella has always taken so much joy in taking care of everyone and everything. The reverent way she regards her friends. The way she talks about them, it's evident how much she cares for them. That's why I know when she gives herself to something she gives her all. I've seen pictures of this house before, it was in an immaculate state when Jake was alive. She really took pride in the house then, now it could use a little work. It's about time someone made sure she was taken care of and I plan on seeing that through.

I get out of my car and grab my guitar out of the backseat. I'm nervous, this has to work or I stand to let quite a few people down. Myself and Bella being the two main ones.

I walk up the sidewalk and onto the front porch. I knock on her door and wait… and wait.

I know she's here, her car is here. I go to the window and look in, but I don't see her. She could be in a different room other than the living room.

I get my cell out and call her home phone first… nothing. Then, I try her cell and I can hear the damn thing ringing in the living room. I just shake my head and chuckle at her. 'That's okay, sweetness, no worries.' I think to myself.

I prop my guitar case up against the house and open it, taking out my Gibson acoustic. I sit down on the banister in front of the window, supporting the guitar on my right leg. I just start strumming, humming lightly to get started and then, I begin to sing.

Everybody needs a little time away

I heard her say

From each other

Even lovers need a holiday

Far away from each other

Hold me now

It's hard for me to say I'm sorry

I just want you to stay

After all that we've been through

I will make it up to you

I promise to

And after all that's been said and done

You're just a part of me I can't let go

Couldn't stand to be kept away

Just for the day

From your body

Wouldn't want to be swept away

Far away

From the one that I love

Hold me now

It is hard for me to say I'm sorry

I just want you to know

Hold me now

I really want to tell you I'm sorry

I could never let you go

After all that we've been through

I will make it up to you

I promise to

After all that's been said and done

You're just a part of me, I can't let go

I strummed the last chord of the song with tears in my eyes. I stood up and put the guitar back in its case and close it. She didn't come out during the song, I've done too much, hurt her too badly.

I've lost her.

I pick up my guitar and walk away from the best thing that's ever happened to me.

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A/N: The song was Chicago's Hard to Say I'm Sorry. I got the lyrics off Google. Don't hunt me down. :)