"Bella, tell me what's wrong," Edward muttered, pulling me to him gently, trying to dazzle me with his eyes. I felt something off inside of my chest when he did that, almost offended that he thought he could trick something out of me so easily.

"Edward," I said sternly, not resisting his touch but keeping my voice firm. I wasn't going to be so easily taken advantage of. So easily trusting. I had my doubts about Edward, and as much as I loved him, loved his company and loved his family, I wasn't going to be so easily taken back. I couldn't trust him yet, he had done little more than say things to me to make me feel he wanted to be there. No actions he had done made me think he wanted to be with me forever, only his words. Even his tone would break every so often and I could hear the hurt in his voice, but I always doubted it was because he had hurt me. I think it was because he came back to me.

"Bella, please," he said, his voice like honey. I closed my eyes and took in a deep breath, trying to make sure I didn't fall for this. It wasn't fair. I didn't want to tell him, so I shouldn't have to, and no matter how much he tried to seduce me into telling him, I wasn't going to fall for it. I was stronger than that.

"Drop it." I said it harshly, and I meant to. I pulled myself away from him, taking a few steps back for good measure and simply stared at him. "If I don't want to talk about it, I don't have to."

"Bella…" his voice trailed off uselessly, his hands hanging limply from his side, looking abandoned, somehow. I felt no sympathy, though, for maybe he would slowly learn how I had felt, in those months when he had left me with no explanation. He looked at me hopefully, clearly thinking I would crawl back into his arms and forget that I had a single worry in the world; go back to my dormant way of letting Edward take control of things.

I wasn't planning on doing that anytime soon.

"Suck it up," I snapped, brushing past him and into my welcoming bed. "Now do you know how I feel? During those times you don't feel it's necessary to tell me what's going on until something drastic happens?"

Edward just watched me, his expression growing sadder and sadder until I thought he was going to crumple into a heap on the floor.

"Bella, I've told I'm sorry almost a million times…" My eyes widened incredulously. Was he serious? Did he truly think that two simple words would make me forget everything he put me through?

"You're ridiculous!" I hissed, trying to keep my voice down so I wouldn't awaken Charlie. "I nearly kill myself because of you, and you think 'I'm sorry' and 'I love you' are going to make everything alright?"

He didn't answer, only hung his head. I continued to glare at him though, my gaze unwavering. How could he have possibly thought simply saying those things would make me feel better? Especially when every gesture he made towards me, every action, seemed planned out, regimented and controlled. Never full of emotion and never full of sincerity. It was always simply an action, one that he thought would make me feel better. I was beginning to feel like he had lost that human part of him long ago.

"Edward…" I sighed, running a hand through my hair, frowning as it caught on a few knots. "Maybe…Can I just have some time alone tonight? I just need to think."

Edward's face fell even more, something I hadn't thought possible. I felt my anger fade ever so slightly, but I refused to give in because he gave me a sad look.

'I'm a good liar, I have to be.'

His very own words. How, exactly, was I supposed to fully trust him ever again?