Alright Well I got this out ages ago. But i didn't want to post until Fanfiction fixed their problem.

As you guys have stated, I'm best off with Edward, I will through Bella here and there.

Here it goes :)

Enjoy (:

Max.

Last Time on Say that you Love Me…

I noticed that everyone wasn't here. Probably out staying away from me, I'm a threat to society. I grinned at the thought.

I did all of my daily routine, with little or no enthusiasm, and headed off to bed early.

With a last thought popping into my head.

Edward.

Chapter 8: Re-Education (Through Labor)

"My eyes lit up, my heart gave a heave, and I felt a pang of homesickness so acute I actually almost hurt" – Tomson Highway.

EPOV

Tick. Tick. Tick. I swear, I am either losing it, or going insane. Didn't my clock used to go beep? The clock surely can't go anything slower can it? Am I mental?

I must be, to become the person I am right now.

Through pain and hardships, the world can't just open up into a black hole and seep me into it, diminishing into nothingness.

Of course it can't. I'm a jerk.

A big fat, lowlife, who can't even speak out what he really thinks to the one person he, so desperately, wants to open up to. I wish. Sigh, I wish I could tell her. Run up to her, and kiss her senseless, she feels the passion. The burning feeling I get when I'm not around her. The drive that makes me want to see her. The –I'm getting ahead of myself.

She completes me. Cliché, I know. I'm not good for much other then that. Other then the nagging burn, and the constant whines, I have to succumb to, which is my mind.

How can I go through this?

My heart says one thing, to fight for her, to make her believe she loves me, as much as I say I do. Or do I?

Maybe I'm just going on some fantasy I brought on myself. The kind of truism sort of girl next door, or in my case next dorm (ha-ha very funny, I'm catching onto Emmett). Boy falls in love; they date, live happily ever after, right?

No of course not, that doesn't work here, for me. It takes a lot more then that to get what I want. I have to fight for what I believe in, or I don't get it at all.

But can I fight? After everything I've just done?

Flashback

I saw her, she was there. Looking as stunning as ever, in her bikini. She looked so peaceful I almost didn't want to disturb her. But she already saw me.

I could go up to her, strike a conversation.

Hi, how are you Bella? Long time no see. No.

Why haven't you been talking to me? I miss you.

You drove me mad women! I just want to make you see that were meant for each other.

All probably ending in horror, I'll just get her more aggravated.

As I was continuing on, and slowly reaching her. I was having the internal battle within myself. My rational side, said to leave and let her come to me. Although my selfish side, said to talk to her, and make her hurt for what she's caused.

Then I decided I couldn't talk to her. She obviously avoided me for a reason right? I'm not going to go, and get more hurt. So I'll just walk away.

"Shit" I whispered; low enough that she couldn't catch it. And I slowly walked off, leaving behind my essence, fire and passion with her. I could never tell her how I truly feel with our how her friendship has turned.

End Flashback

And it's been, 1 hour since then. I've officially lost myself, the battle, and the war. I got out alive, but I slowly disintegrated.

I lost contact with Emmett since he left, it didn't seem like they spotted me there. That's a relief.

But as I'm sitting here, pondering to myself. I feel as if I'm missing something. Something important with Bella that I never caught before, there's another side of her I don't know.

And right now, it's crucial to know. Mine and her life depended on it, in some sort of way.

I slowly got up from my camp-out in my bedroom, and trudged my way towards the television. I channel surfed, until stopping on a show.

As I was watching, my mind couldn't help but wander, to other things, and people. As far as I'd like to run away from it, it comes back and bites me in the ass.

It never seemed to end, this desert, so flat, so dry. I am completely lost in myself.

And my name is Edward Masen.

"It took a sea a thousand years,
A thousand years to trace
The granite features of this cliff,
In crag and scarp and base."

I continually was reading aloud to myself, hoping to calm what's left of me.

"It took the sea an hour one night,
An hour of storm to place
The sculpture of these granite seams
Upon a woman's face"

I sighed; E.J Pratt can be a mastermind when he wants to. The way he effectively demonstrated his poem to represent many different characteristics, and emphasis to his forms of writing. I wish I was as thought provoking as him.

That's it.

I need structure.

I can forget if I choose to. I've just been holding onto the little sanity I have left. I can let it go.

And I'll start doing that tomorrow…

:O Is that a cliffy i see?

Dun Dun Dunn ! What's going to happen next?

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