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A/N: Back by popular demand! Thank you all so much for the encouraging reviews! Chapter 8 is here! ENJOY!

I couldn't believe it. I wasn't a vampire. "Then why…" I stop, tears welling in my eyes. At this, I cried harder, knowing he wasn't making it up if I was crying. He pulled me into a fierce hug. "Bella, I wasn't done," He whispered gently. "I did turn you; you are a vampire, but…" He sighed resentfully. I stared at him in complete and utter astonishment. "But not entirely… It didn't work and it's all my fault."

"What do you mean? I can still live forever with you…" His eyes turn a dangerous black.

"Don't you see Bella? You're still breakable! All it did was improve your senses! You can still die! It's entirely my fault! Because I couldn't finish it! That's why you couldn't feel the pain!" he roared in internal anger. At first, nothing made sense. Then, everything slowly fell into place. "I'm so sorry Bella… I couldn't- I can't-do it," he said miserably. That only made me angry; not the brightest move on his part.

"What do you mean you can't do it? Are you saying that you don't love me enough to do the one thing that would keep us together?" I spit at him with venom, hoping to hurt him as much as he hurt me. "You don't love me do you? Say it Edward! YOU NEVER LOVED ME!" Edward stormed out of the car, too hurt to retort. I drove off, but not before I saw the wounded look on his face.

A/N: Switching to Edward's POV for the next bit.

"What do you mean you can't do it? Are you saying that you don't love me enough to do the one thing that would keep us together?" She was trying to hurt me; trying to make me give in and finish it, but I just couldn't do it. Didn't she see how hard this was for me? "You don't love me do you? Say it Edward! YOU NEVER LOVED ME!" That hurt worse than anything she'd said today. I couldn't bring myself to go after her when she drove off. It would be better to just let her cool off… If I could handle being away from her and knowing I was what she was angry at. 'Brilliant Edward, just brilliant,' I applauded myself sarcastically. I walked into my house and didn't acknowledge anyone. "Edward, dear, what's wrong?" Esme asked with motherly concern. I ignored her and stomped up the stairs. "Hey Edward! Where's Bella? I just had the most amazing thing to-" This time it was Alice, bubbly and oblivious. I shoved past her and into my room. I slammed the door, and put on some 70's music, being the only thing I had left after Bella's "accident". 'Wow, he's really mad; he's playing 70's! It must be Bella,' is what I heard in Alice's mind. Throughout the rest of the day, I heard similar thoughts from my other family members. I finally decided to stop listening; the assumptions were getting ridiculous. "Bella wanted me to propose to her, and when I did she turned me down"? Ridiculous. I hated myself now for what I'd put her through from the very beginning. First, I nearly lure her to her death, then I spend time with her and start to love her, but I still wanted to kill her. Then there was the thing with James, and Victoria, and now this. Now she hated me as much as I hated myself, and I would probably never get her back.

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Bella

I cried the entire way home. How could I have been so stupid? I hurt him, worse than I ever thought I'd want to. And now I'll probably never be with him again. My stupidity astonished me really; I'd been so careful about my emotions, so careful about how I responded to him, so I wouldn't scare him off like I just did. I'm an idiot. A complete and utter idiot and now I would pay for it. So there I lay, alone in my bed, frozen and waiting for morning; it's not like I could do much else. I couldn't stop thinking about what I said. I didn't believe any of it. It was just said to hurt him, and I shouldn't have done it. The more I thought, the harder it became to stand myself. I finally snuck out at 4 in the morning to the one place I could handle myself. Where I could remember who I was. I went to the meadow. Our meadow.

Edward

I'd used and abused my seventies collection; replaying songs continuously until Emmett told me to turn them off and stop feeling sorry for myself. I couldn't blame him really; even I was getting annoyed, but I didn't have the will power to turn it off. I couldn't think of anything but her; her blush, her warmth… Her scent was all too strong in my nose, as if she were standing next to me, amplifying it. It drove me to the brink of insanity; taking my mind into dizzying circles and complex daydreams that played various pictures of her, replaying again and again until I nearly killed myself just to stop them. I had to get away; to stop the painful slideshow. I paced my room trying to think of a good reason to go over to her house and finally decided to go to the one place that would help me be with her, if only in memory. "Because that's all I have left," I whispered to myself bitterly. I ran to the meadow. Our meadow.

A/N: Sorry it took so longand it's really short.I promise, chapter nine will be easier to write! Review please!