Authors note: PLEEASE REVIEW! D Just a preview of the chapter to come, were Edward explains everything to Bella. Let me know if theres anything you want to see happen, if you like what i have so far, or if you have any other advice.

Oh, btw: On a note from one of my awesome reviewers, i edited the end&start of chapters 5 and 6 soit all flows better, so if you want to go check that out feel free )

EDWARD'S POV

I am curled up in the darkness

I am nothing

I am a monster

I only wanted to do what was right.

Standing alone a darkened corner of her bedroom, I instantly knew that I never should have left. An agonizing pain gripped me, a fever of flu-like symptoms clouding my head although I had not been ill for over a hundred years.

A hundred long, empty years, waiting for her.

And I had thrown it all away, because I wanted what was right for her.

I wanted her to be safe, for her to be around normal people instead of beasts from fairy tales.

I felt such pain..

And then waves of rage would wash over me, a voice in my head screaming

"You think that YOURE in pain? What about her? Look what you've done to her! You monster!"

A I took a step forward and whispered shard of ice seemed to pierce my long-still heart as her name,

"Bella"

The word did not want to come to my lips, my teeth forming a barrier, my tongue refusing to move.. But I managed to spit it out, and it set my throat on fire on its way up.

I watched her turn, slowly.

Another dagger ripped apart my chest.

She looked so tired. So wan. Her arms were wrapped tightly around her chest, as though she was trying to keep herself from falling apart. A new pain lurked behind her deep brown eyes, a new edge made her seem afraid and miserable. I wanted to gather her up in my arms, to kiss her, to smell her, her beautiful floral scent..

But just as the tragic Romeo and his beautiful Juliet, I had ruined my own happiness.

Sharp pains stabbed my dead lungs and wrenched at my icy fingertips as she started to yell as id never seen yell before.

I wanted to double over in pain, to throw myself at her feet and beg; I longed to hold her in my arms..

"Bella, please just listen? Please just let me explain!", I pleaded, more than a hint of desperation welling in my eyes.

She seemed to deliberate, her pale, soft arms crossed.

She nodded, and I cleared my throat.

When you leave someone, lie to them, tell them that you don't want them anymore.

What can you say?

What could you possibly say to them?