Bella's POV

I wake up, feeling awfully dizzy. It took time to make my eyesight clear. Where's Edward? I asked myself. I searched for him, I wanted to see him. Then my eyes landed on Edward. He looked pale, his eyes lifeless. He smiled a small smile, not the crooked one I love, which didn't quite reach his eyes. Is this the Edward I know?

"Hey," he said, his voice all different. His usually velvet voice came out as lifeless as he looked. "How was your sleep?"

"Quite fine, thanks," I said. "How was yours?"

"I didn't sleep," he admitted. "I can't sleep."

"Why? You look pretty pale, you sound different and you're not smiling my crooked smile," I told him."You sure you're alright? Are you sick or something?"

"It's nothing, I'm just... feeling unwell," he said. His face had lit up a little and I smiled to him.

"You need medicine? We could go by the drugstore and--" I was worried.

"No need for that... Why don't you take a bath, Bella?" He tried to compose himself. "I'll just go to my dorm and... fix myself, too."

"Sure... I'll visit you after," I said. He sprinted away, and I couldn't help to think why he looked that way and acted that way. I went to the bathroom and washed myself. I took my towel, wrapped myself up and dressed up. I wore a pale blue T-shirt, which was the one Edward once complemented me on, a pair of faded blue jeans and my Converse sneakers. I brushed my hair and brushed my teeth. Then, I went out my dorm and locked the door.

Alice was there, waiting for me. And she wasn't smiling.

"What did you do to Edward, Bella?" Her eyes were accusing, angry.

"I... what?" I was confused. Edward?

"He's been NR lately, and he looks heartbroken, Bella," she explained. "Now, what did you do to him?"

"Look, Alice, I don't know," I said. "And I'm gonna talk to him."

"You better," she snapped. "Or else."

"You know where I could find him?" I asked.

"In the music playing some slow, sad songs in the piano," she said. "It's depressing, really."

I rushed to the music room, and like Alice said, Edward was playing a very depressing song, it was breaking my own heart in two.

I walked inside quietly and didn't make a sound until he finished the song, then he sighed.

"Edward...," I whispered. He stood up, spun around and looked at me his eyes boring into mine, the same lifeless ones I've seen just a little while ago.

"Hey, Bella," he said, his voice was tinged with pain. Pain. Was I causing him pain?

"Tell me why," I said, still in a whisper, "Why you're like this?"

"I-- I can't... talk about... it," he struggled with every word.

"Why can't you tell me? Is it my fault?" Tears were swelling up in my eyes. "Tell me... Am I doing something wrong? Am I... hurting you?"

"Not... entirely," he admitted. "And you don't mean to... hurt me."

"Just say it, Edward," I said, losing my patience. "Say it out loud. Why are you like this?"

"The party...," he murmured. Then he winced.

"What happened in the party?" I was about to explode. Why is Edward being so secretive?

"You... got drunk." My mouth popped open. "Then a second after that you're gone. Then I find you..." His voice trailed off.

"Tell me," I pressed.

"I saw you... kissing someone.. someone else," he whispered. He's kidding. He's gotta be kidding. How...? He came closer to me, trying to reach my hand.

"Don't..." I ran away. I'm not worth it... he deserves more than what he gets, I thought.

"BELLA!" He reached for my hand and spun me around, and caught me by my waist.

"I don't deserve you. I'm a monster," I sobbed. "Let me go..."

"No. Not... until we sort this out. Bella, you were drunk. You wouldn't have known what you were doing," he said.

"I... I gotta go," I said, in a feeble attempt to get away from his grasp. "L-let m-m-e g-g-g-o..." His grip lost some of it's pressure, like he was in shock.

"You want to throw it away? Everything we had together?" Tears were forming in his beautiful emerald eyes, his voice cracking with every word. I don't wanna make it harder than it is...

"No... It... I didn't mean it that way," I said. "I-- I need sometime to be... alone. I'm sorry... Edward." His hand dropped to his sides and I fled form him. I can't look back. But, I did in the end and saw his crestfallen expression, tears spilling freely down his cheeks. Then he turned back and walked away his hands jammed in his pockets.

Edward's POV:

"Why can't you tell me? Is it my fault?" Bella's chocolate-brown eyes were already filled with tears. "Tell me... Am I doing something wrong? Am I... hurting you?"

"Not... entirely," I said. "And you don't mean to... hurt me."

"Just say it, Edward," I said, urgency growing in her voice. "Say it out loud. Why are you like this?"

"The party...," I murmured. The party, I thought. Then I winced.

"What happened in the party?" Bella was getting impatient. She wanted to know and she wanted to know it now.

"You... got drunk," I said. "Then a second after that you're gone. Then I find you..." My voice trailed off, color draining from my face.

"Tell me," she pressed. Should I tell her? I didn't want to.. but I needed to... for my Bella.

"I saw you... kissing someone... someone else," I said, recalling that ghastly night. I wanted to touch her. I reached for her hand but she ran away before I could touch her skin.

"Don't...," I heard her murmur.

"BELLA!" I cried as I ran to her side and grip her hand. I spun her around gently, she lost a little of her balance and I caught her by her waist

"I don't deserve you. I'm a monster," she sobbed. "Let me go..." This is a nightmare, my very worst.

"No. Not... until we sort this out. Bella, you were drunk. You wouldn't have known what you were doing," I said, desperately trying to make it work.

"I... I gotta go," she said, in a feeble attempt to get away from my grasp. "L-let m-m-e g-g-g-o..." My grip lost some of it's pressure. I felt as if I was going to shock. It sure felt that way.

"You want to throw it away? Everything we had together?" I asked, my heart breaking into two pieces. My voice cracked with every word. Tears were forming in my eyes, but I couldn't find the strength to wipe them before they fall.

"No... It... I didn't mean it that way," she said. "I-- I need sometime to be... alone. I'm sorry... Edward." My hands fell to my sides and I felt numb. She ran away. Our tears were falling, our hearts breaking, our love dying. I jammed my hands to my jeans pockets, turned around and walked to my dorm.

Bella, I thought. How? Why...? Why did you let it go so easily?