Does anyone picture Jasper looking like Kurt Cobain? Just curious, because I do.

Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight.

Tomorrow never came. When I woke the next morning, Edward had already left for work. I told myself that I would tell him when he came home but he never did. Instead, I got a text message.

Edward: There was a huge merger at work and they need me to go to Boston to meet up with some associates to close this deal. I'll see you in a few days.

It wasn't uncommon for him to go missing for a few days. But I needed him. I needed his warm touch, his soothing gaze, his love. I called him everyday he was gone. The dial tone was all I heard from the other side.

How had our relationship gotten to this point?

How had our relationship gotten so bad that he couldn't even answer a phone call and I accepted it?

The problems started a year ago. Edward had been trying to get this promotion at work so he would often stay late and work a lot from home. He had been distant but made sure to make time for me. He would plan Saturdays as our day. Some days we would be like teenagers and go watch a movie, others we would stay in bed all day. When he was too busy at work he would send me flowers to remind me how much he cared.

Then he forgot about our Saturdays.

The first time was because his boss called him in for an emergency meeting. Edward called and begged for his forgiveness, promising me, "Baby, I'm so sorry. I can't believe Aro would do this to me, he knows how important my Saturdays are. I love you so much. We'll have to make up for this time next Saturday. I'm so sorry, baby, I love you. It'll never happen again."

The second time, he sent a frantic text. 'I'm so sorry. I'll do anything to make this up to you. I know it's our day but Aro really needs this done by Sunday. I'm so sorry. I love you so much. Xoxo'

The third time he cancelled the day before. "Listen, I know I promised I wouldn't do this again. Aro has be hounding me lately, and you know how it is. I'll see you Sunday. Love you."

Until eventually he didn't even bother to send a text anymore. Our Saturday's were gone, just like that.

Once he did get the promotion I thought everything would get better. How wrong had I been.

Instead of easing him of his workload, the management worked him harder and harder. They gave him more work since he had a higher position and was able to oversee other employees.

I could see the dark bags under his eyes, the stress lines on his forehead marked by endless nights of work. I knew he was working hard for his future- our future. So I didn't mention it to him. I didn't want him to worry about losing his fianceé amongst all this stress his bosses were putting on him. I didn't want him to be more stressed by a silly argument on how I'm lonely. I would always be there for him- I promised. So I stayed quiet, I accepted his apologies, his silences, his absence. In hopes that one day, he would come back to me.

But now, I was running out of time.

It had been almost a week since I've met Dr. Stevens and he had already left a voicemail reminding me to schedule my treatment.

Edward came home on a Sunday, looking tired and ragged. His bronzed, which was normally tousled and wild, was matted down from his body's natural oils. He hadn't showered for probably days. He struggled to keep his eyes open as he fumbled in the door, he didn't even have the strength to loosen his tie or take of his shoes. He walked straight to the couch, plopped down, and immediately fell asleep.

It was only 4 PM, the earliest he's come home since his promotion.

I took his shoes off for him, unbuckled his belt, got him out of his coat and unbuttoned his dress shirt. I grabbed a pillow and tucked it gently underneath his head. Grabbing the blanket I was just recently cocooned in, I placed it on top of him. Once I made sure he was comfortable, I sat on the floor next to the couch and stared at his face.

He was beautiful. So, so beautiful. Even though he had premature wrinkles, oily matted down hair, and a thick beard (probably because he didn't had time to shave). I ran my fingers through his hair a few times before placing in on his cheek.

When was the last time I touched him? I tried to rack my mind for answers. When was the last time he kissed me? When was the last time we had sex? It had been months.

When was the last time we talked?

I felt the hot tears as the ran down my cheeks. I love Edward. I loved him so much. But did he still love me? Did he notice when I no longer stayed up waiting for him to come home from work? Did he notice when he missed our anniversary? Did he notice that we hadn't said more than a few words to each other in the past few months?

Did this man love me?

I stayed up all afternoon and evening crying. I realized I had fallen asleep next to the couch. I woke up before him.

Who cares if this man doesn't love me? I need him. I'm dying, I need Edward. I deserve that, don't I?

When his eyes fluttered open the next morning, I was in the kitchen making coffee. He stumbled in freshly showered, already dressed for work. He was fumbling with his tie before he grabbed a piece of bread.

I sighed.

"Edward, we need to talk."

"I know, Bella. I can't right now. I'm running late, Jesus, you should've woken me up! Later okay?"

He ran out the door as the words flew out of his mouth.

When was later going to be?

After three more days of evading me, I had enough.

For the past year, I've never asked him to do anything for me. This one time, I asked him just to talk and he couldn't do that. I couldn't wait any longer.

I'm not sure what hurt more, the cancer or the thought of me leaving him. It would be easy for him, he lived the past six months not even noticing my existence. But I loved him so much, as much as I was doing this for myself, I was also doing it for him. I couldn't make him stop climbing on the business ladder to take care of me. It would throw away everything he had worked for, everything he sacrificed, everything I had sacrificed.

I called Renee. It had been hard. How do you tell the woman, who gave you your life, the one who nourished you and raised you to be who you are, that her efforts were a waste because you were dying at the age of 25. Eventually I told her about the cancer and about Edward. She cried with me. I could still hear her sobs, "Why not me? My beautiful Bella, no no no, god no."

We planned everything with Dr. Stevens, I was going to fly to Florida and begin chemo there. That way my mother would be able to take care of me. It took me two days to pack everything I owned and have it shipped to Renee.

I thought calling Renee and telling her had been hard. But it was worse when I called Charlie. At first he got angry, that I was pulling a prank on him.

"Very funny Bella, that's nothing to joke about. I know you've got a crude sense of humor but I'm your father. No father wants to hear that their child has cancer, it being a joke or not."

He believed me once I called him daddy, instead of Charlie.

"God Charlie. I'm not kidding. I-I wouldn't joke about this. Daddy, I-I'm scared."

I could hear his voice crack on the phone, he cursed, he cursed god, he cursed everyone and everything. Then I heard a heartbreaking sob. I had never heard Charlie cry in my life and I was the one causing this. "Isabella Marie Swan, my baby girl, you're strong. I know you are. I raised you. Please fight this. Please, dear god, fight this."

Charlie would be flying to Florida for the first two weeks of my treatment and he would return again for when I had surgery.

On Friday, I waited for Edward to come home. If I was going to leave him, I at least needed to tell him that in his face.

I sat on the living room couch staring at the front door for hours. I could hear the slow ticking of the clock as each second went by.

Tick tick tick.

I waited. And waited. And waited.

By the time the sun came up Saturday morning, I made my choice.

I grabbed a piece of paper, quickly jotted down possibly my last words to him. I couldn't help the sob that came out when I finished writing.I placed it and my engagement ring on our- his dresser. I was doing this. Something that I would have never thought I would have done in a million years. Something I promised him I would never do. Something I probably wouldn't have done if I didn't have cancer. I was leaving Edward.

I flew out of the apartment and quickly locked the door. I couldn't think about this anymore. The longer I was here, the more I convinced myself to stay. But I was dying here. I smiled bitterly at the thought. I had to live, if not for myself, for my parents.

By Saturday evening, I was in Florida.

Every time I closed my eyes I could still see the words I wrote to Edward.

I'm sorry I broke my promise.

I love you.