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Author's Note at the end.

She taps her finger on the steering wheel in frustration over being stuck in traffic. She is tired, and so done with this mission. She can't wait until she can do whatever the hell she wants.

If she could do whatever she wanted, she would have dragged Edward out of the room and slapped some sense into him. If she could do whatever she wanted, she would have kneed him in the groin or punched him.

She wouldn't have made plans with him and his fiancee for lunch and left.

"There has to be a reason. It can't be out of love," she tells Marco. A blanket of silence had enveloped the car, and it felt like she needed to say something or it would wrap itself around her neck and suffocate her.

"Why are you so sure?" He asks her after a minute of silence.

It's her turn to be silent for a couple of seconds to think through what she will say before she states, "Because there are levels of evil. There is being Edward and then there is marrying Tanya."

He watches her for a minute sensing a mental breakdown coming before he quietly asks her, Do you think Edward is a good person?"

"I don't know I don't know. He better has some ulterior motive to marry her because I can't live with the fact that once upon a time I loved a man who is marrying a woman that almost killed his daughter," she rants her voice getting louder and having an edge to it. She pats the tears streaming down her face with a tissue paper carefully. The last thing she needs is for him to know she was crying.

"But you can live with him abusing you," he states his reply coming as a mixture between a statement and a question.

"Does this look like I am living to you?" she asks facing him and allowing her tears to stream freely. In a way, she never cried over him. It was over herself.

Her tears weren't mourning who she thought he was. Her tears are in mourning for the loss of who she used to be. She isn't happy with what she is doing, with who she became. Never in a million years, did she think that she would be grabbing lunch with him and his fiancee to celebrate their engagement. She always thought of herself as someone who leaves with grace, but here she is hanging on like a piece of fabric dragging behind because the seamstress couldn't find a pair of scissors.

He is the one to pat her tears this time and holds her hand and kisses it before he tucks her hair behind her ear and tells her, "He is not good for you. Once done leave."

"Once down we will see," she tells him turning to look ahead and letting his hand drop like excess fabric.

"He isn't good for you. You need to leave for your self-reservation," he tells her refusing to end the discussion like she wants to as indicated by her turning away from him.

"You think I am going to take him back." It's not a question. It's a statement. Bella would have felt offended if she had it in her to feel anything, but she is still feeling numb to an extent.

"I know it won't take him much to persuade you to do so and before you know it he will have you wrapped around his neck like a scarf."

"Not if I suffocate him," she replies jokingly.

He raises his eyebrow and gives her a look that prompts her to roll her eyes at him as she parks in front of the restaurant. It escapes her notice the look of resignation in his eyes and his slumped shoulders. It doesn't cross her mind that what he was looking for was reassurance that they will be okay only for her to snub him, something she will end up paying for dearly.

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