This story is for my cat who had to be put to sleep last year.

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Since there were so many reviews from the last few chapters (how I didn't see them, I don't know!) I decided to post this as soon as I could! (And I added a little PxB coz I'm evil!)

Oh, and to guest reviewer: Thank you! Your reviews keep making me smile! :)

Anyway, here's the Paul POV chap! :)

There is a fine and solid difference between me and basically everyone, and everything in the universe. Unlike them, I don't plague myself with "what if"'s and "if only"'s, I just get on and don't regret. Anything.

But in this moment, I decided to break that barrier between myself and the universe.

I wondered how much different my life would have been if I'd never agreed to go to that drink with the pack without Bella.

Ah, Bella. My sweet Bella. It hurt to think of her, or more, the absence of her. I'd had many wonderfully long years with her, but they felt like centuries ago. Without her, my life had become a sick, twisted and dull existence.

And then there was Nessie, our beautiful daughter.

Nessie was the small light in my existence that gave me hope; gave me life. But it felt like I was rubbing salt into an open wound every time she left to go home.

I felt I would, in fact, infinitely regret that night and every night since. I'm a coward: a huge butt-kicking cowardly wolf! I'd never told Bella what or how it happened that night. Instead of telling her and begging for her forgiveness and infinite love, I just broke her heart and shattered my soul with it. Since then there's been the lose, the ache.

Leah was constantly around to distract me. I knew she had me wrapped up tight and took advantage of my heartbreak. I'd turned into a mean shadow of a man. And worse of all, I was a terrible father. Leah, who I could only ever describe for what she was - a female dog - had spiked my drink on that night. I had no recollection of the night, but she told me in the morning and filled my head with, what I now knew to be, lies. Lies about Bella: how she was having affairs with the pack; how she was the the one ruining our marriage; how what I did was justified; how our married was going to break apart soon anyway; how I'd be left with nothing. And I believed her! Stupid, arrogant, jealous and selfish me! I knew, even then, that there was no better than Bella. She was what kept me grounded. She was the only thing in my mind when people talked of love or happiness. Heck, she was the only thing ever in my mind!

Hearing a crack, I look down at my hands. The kitchen counter, which I hadn't realised I was gripping to keep my arms from shaking, had crack under my strong grip.

Tilting my head in curiosity, I gripped it tighter. A piece snap off in my hand. I examined it with a glare and threw it over my shoulder. I heard it hit soft flesh and chuckled.

Let the brats get splinters, it's not like anyone loves them anyway. They're not even mine!

People believed those brats to be mine, why else would I stay with Leah? However, they were actually so random dude from another reservation that Leah had found. She didn't think I knew, but she hadn't realised she'd let it slip once when we were both phased.

I huffed and headed out, ignoring the crying of the two brats. It was my turn to patrol the La Push border. My pack border was around La Push and most of Forks, while Jacob's vamp-loving pack covered the Cullen area. There were many vampires in that area, and many were 'recovering' human drinkers. They had to be kept in control.

On patrol, I heard the rumours. It couldn't be true. It can't be! She wouldn't...

I raced forward, having to see from myself.

And there she was.

En route to leaving Forks, Bella drove slowly in the truck I brought as a birthday gift years ago, back when I didn't have much money to start with. I ran alongside her truck. I couldn't let her go. No. It was too soon! She couldn't leave me, not here, not with Leah!

I watched helplessly as she carried and eventually have to pull over. She got out her car and walked around to lean on the passenger side. She tried to breathe deeply, to stop her sobs. I had a clear view of her face. Though she wasn't young anymore, she was far more beautiful than any of my memories. Her eyes sparkled chocolate brown, her skin glowed pale (although, some bits of her face red from her crying) and her lips, though parted and slightly covered in snot, looked more kissable than I ever remembered. I longed to cup her cheeks with my warm hands and just hold her. I longed to comfort her.

I didn't want her to leave, she had to stay!

I phased and pulled on my shorts. I walked back to where I could see her. Her sobs had become uncontrollable and she was now curled up against her truck, her face tucked behind her knees. In that moment, she looked so fragile and helpless.

I was crouched down in front of her before I knew what was happening. "Bella?" I almost smiled at how soft my voice sounded. It sounded… kind. At least to my ears.

She looked up with so much emotion in her eyes. There was hope. There was fear. There was sadness. And worst of all, there was heartbreak. Six years, and still I was hurting her.

She reached out tentatively with a hand and placed it on my chest. I didn't move or breathe, I didn't want to stop her in anyway. I wanted to remember this, her touch. It sent electric sparks to my very soul, awakening the shattered pieces.

Her hand moved around to my back and she shoved me forward to her. I hadn't been expecting her sudden surge of strength.

She sobbed into my neck and her tears fell from her cheek and down my neck.

I don't know how long I held her, but I cherished it as long as I could.

"Why?" She whispered.

"I saw you in your trunk and wondered why Vamessa wasn't-"

"No." She placed her other hand on my chest and finally met my eyes. "Why did you stop the child support? If you weren't working if understand, but-" I cut off her rambling.

"I never stopped it." I furrowed my brow. No one had access to my details. No one except... "I'll kill her!" I ground out and nearly leapt up to do so then.

"Who?"

"Who'd you think? That dog called Leah, of course!"

"What does she have to do with it?"

"Everything! She probably put her name on documents and other shit and somehow managed to cancel the payments, the cow!" Bella slapped me, quite hard for her, on the chest. "Hey!"

"No swearing!" I looked at her like she was crazy and she blushed and lowered her gaze, biting her lip too. "Habit... Of course, you wouldn't know though." She snapped at the end and pushed me away.

I stood silent as she got back in her trunk. She looked at me, expectedly, for a second, before reigniting the ignition and driving away.

"I'm sorry..." I whispered, hours after she had driven away.

Patrolling was good, good for me. It made me focus; on the sights and smells around me. I had to keep my head silent to avoid the worsened pain. Knowing she wasn't even in La Push was worse than anything. I had no idea where she was - if she was even alive! - I didn't know anything.

I scent hit me like a ton of bricks. Vanessa's.

Four other wolves also, two from mine and two from Jacob's vampire-hugging pack. What was going on?

It seemed as though Vanessa had walked most of the way alone, and then joined the other four. I followed their trail, not caring that I was now in enemy land and that the stench burnt my lungs and nose worse than any bleach or fire.

I sprinted at full speed to the Cullen house.

I phased easily and pulled my shorts on even faster.

Esperanza and Dan flanked my daughter.

"Vanessa?" I shouted, still walked powerfully towards them.