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Edward's View-

Seeing her for the first time in over two years, had knocked whatever sense I had built into myself out. I was breathless…and for the first time I realized that I was sorry.

So sorry for everything.

Sorry for leaving her.

Sorry for hating her.

Sorry for ever doing this to her.

And most sorry for condemning her to this life.

When I had seen her, I had become unconditionally happy. And it was at that point, I realized, that I couldn't do it. I couldn't destroy her…I'd rather that she destroy me, hoped that she destroyed me, which was what she was doing now.

If I wanted to die in anybody's hands I knew- it would be hers. I felt like such an idiot now actually, leaving her like this- making her go through all of this alone, and finally…for one second thinking that she had no feelings, had no thoughts- she deserved more than ever to hate me.

And now I was happy.

She was ripping at me, her claws tearing at my skin- it becoming dangerously close to cracking for however much longer she decided I could live…there was a scar on my brow now, as she pulled on my hair.

And so now, as my end was near, I just looked at her…to see how much she had changed in the past two years, and seeing her eyes I realized that she was fueled with something- hatred I knew…and this hatred could come in use.

I would only die happier, knowing she hated me that is. This way there was no way I could ever imagine of justifying myself in any way possible…trying to run or escape or anything. I knew I couldn't hit her, but I knew she could hit me. I knew I couldn't hate her anymore, but she was free to hate me since I willingly deserved it. And finally, I knew I couldn't destroy her, but she was more than welcome to destroy me.

Bella's View-

I kept tearing at him, endlessly for what seemed like forever…endless moments I knew I would never forget. I wanted to kill him once and for all…to get this over with. To get him over with, so for once in so many years I could move on. Once and for all.

But hitting him, I realized, I didn't know what was happening. He wasn't attacking back, but was just…numb.

He wasn't flinching, or backing off or any of that sort- instead in his eyes I could only see the most…Stop it Bella, I ordered myself, Stop it. You've come so far, don't back out now…not yet, not when you finally have the chance.

"Fight back dammit," I screeched, my knee hitting his groin, causing him to bend over in pain while I smiled somewhat. This wasn't supposed to be this way. He was supposed to fight back as well…he was supposed to- and yet I didn't understand this.

"Fight back," I kept yelling at him, hitting him yet again and again. I didn't understand…but I was careful not to look into his eyes again- I knew that would undo whatever I had built in the past two years.

"Fight," I screamed at him. "Do something!"

And that was when I started crying I realized now. With the endless tears pouring down my face, I tried not to let him see…I didn't want him to think I was weak, just as I was weak when he'd first met me…

He kept reeling back to his standing position, every time I hit him- too quick for me to pin him down. He was there, standing above of me- a good eight inches down and looking at me.

And yet, I still made sure not to look at him. I had come too far to turn back now, and I knew looking at him would do just that…

Because part of me still loved him, but he couldn't know that. That part was for sure…

Because I knew what I had o- so many years ago, for I had lost track, was something I could never get back. All those endless toy thoughts I had put in my head…the cat and the mouse…and I knew just looking into his eyes for just one second would undo just all of that. This was the hate that fueled me I knew, and just one peek would take it all away, all that had brought me this far…for I knew without it, I would never have been alive today.

Despite my attempts, the tears kept rolling…the sadness still bubbling inside of me. And then I realized- I couldn't do this anymore.

And that was when I buried my head in his chest, crying my heart out endlessly- the tears rolling down from my face and dripping down onto his shirt. But what happened then truly astounded me, was when he wrapped his arms around my waist…and held me safe and sound from the calmaties of the world, and I forgot all my worries.

The moments never seemed to end…timeless moments stretching into minutes, and into hours…and the unseen silence between us was what held me still. He was careful, I had noted, to not say anything. And while I sobbed into his chest, he just held me…safe and secure- being cautious not to do anything more.

I began to feel awful for this- for doing all of this, for never finding him…for ignoring him completely for two years I now recounted, and then for attacking him…for wishing more stronger than anything that he could be dead. That the past two and a half years had never happened, that I had never met him…and now I simply felt awful.

I fell down to my knees crying even harder, his arms still around me somehow. Edward, I wanted to cry out, go AWAY. Just leave me Edward, go find someone who loves you, who wants to be with you…don't waste your time with someone who wants to kill you, tries to kill you…

"Don't waste your time on me,' I shrieked, stuttering, the words coming out shambled and in a wreck. "Please don't…"

He didn't reply, I noticed, but instead just held me tighter to his chest and started stroking my hair.

Within minutes however, I had stopped. Embarassed about what I had done and not wanting to face him was it that I kept my face buried into his chest. Grabbing for his other hand was it that I began to stroke it, warm I realized. And smooth, soft.

Intrigued, I began to finger it effortlessly, amazed by my new discovery. Perhaps the only reason why I had thought he was so cold and hard before was because I wasn't like him…and now I was. Like an ant with human skin I thought, it trying to walk across the cold, hard surface…and I laughed.

Laughing brought back a fresh amount of tears, but yet it turned me to goo. A smile was playing on my lips then, exuberant from my discovery. That was until he lifted my chin up and said my name…

"Bella," he whispered, his lips barely parting. And I realized this was the one moment in all my life that I had been waiting for…that one moment when everything comes crashing down on you, like a bullet train it comes crashing down on you, with you unable to do anything.

It was that moment that girls could only dream about, and I realized my love life with him was never anything compared to what I felt now. The bubble that had burst in my chest erupted with such easiness it was almost impossible not to smile…almost. Until I looked up into his eyes.

Honey. I realized. The same color of butterscotch he had so many years ago…but a different shade. His eyes burned into mine with intense passion, the intensity behind them so deep that I lost myself in it.

That moment I thought I had just had however…that was nothing I suppose now, compared to this. When he did that, and said my name.

"Why?' I whispered asking him. "Why did you come back?"

"I don't know…" he replied, turning his face away from mine. I didn't question his words I realized…I was too entranced by him. Seeing him two years later hadn't changed anything about him, however he looked much lovelier than I had imagined, his skin smooth and soft to me at least, warm…

"Why?" he asked me then, eyes still to the wall.

"What?" I asked, not caring about whatever he would say…just to make him stay I knew I would do anything. Me and my selfish desires I knew…selfish enough for him to stay with me, to risk his happiness for the stake of mine…Selfish enough- I realized- to let him throw away his life for me…thinking about it gave me a headache, my heart seemed to beat again rhythmatically. The air in my lungs seemed to stop itself altogether then, my body frozen…

"Why'd you play that joke on me Bella?" he asked. "So many years ago."

And it was then that I realized I couldn't do this…couldn't ruin his life. And yet I knew I owed him answers.

"I was gonna make it hard for you," I whispered, hesitantly reaching my hand up to stroke his face gently. His high lined cheeks seemed so normal now to me…so precariously perfect- the face of an angel I knew I could never live without. And yet I had to, I knew, for his sake.

"You did," he whispered, his eyes finally touching mine (AS IN LOOKING AT EACH OTHER PEOPLE, IF THIS SOUNDS WRONG OR SOMETHING).

"I know," I whispered, this time taking my hands and enclosing his in it. "Please leave," I said, kissing his hand for one last time.

"Why?" he asked.

"I'm not good for you Edward…" I said, his name coming out of my mouth for the first time in so long.

"Bella," he whispered, his tone saddened, but understanding. "Please forgive me Bella, I swear…"

"No Edward," I cried, shaking my head and turning to face him, tears welling up in my eyes, "Don't you dare apologize to me. Don't be an idiot. What you did was smart, and I don't deserve you Mr. Cullen…"

And with that I began to walk away, turning my back to him and walking away for forever.

To love and to have lost is better than to have never loved at all, I thought. Wrong.

Edward was everything of mine, everything I had ever had…ever wanted. And now I was walking away from my one true dream, from any girl's dream. But at least now I knew, I could make myself happy this way…it was the only way that he could be happy, could live a normal life. It was the only way for his family to move on, for them to find something better to do, to become someone new…and start all over again. And then, I imagined, he could find someone smart- an Indian, I thought. They were so smart…brilliant and yet never spent a single moment on studying. Like Sania Mirza she could be a world-class tennis player…unless Edward became gay of course, which I totally understood because of this reality he had faced with me.

He deserved someone better however, whether girl or guy- both I somehow understood, this experience with me would be enough to last anyone for a life time…the harsh trips I had brought into his life…

And yet I was walking away from my one true love. The only person I ever could love. But I was walking away I knew, for him, so he could live a normal life. So he could be happy. So he-

But half-way out was it that I was stopped. His hand had grabbed for my own suddenly, stopping me and my thoughts momentarily.

"What?" I asked, flabbergasted and then turning around. And yet again, I looked into his eyes.

The passion burning in yet again.

"This time," he said, his eyes even more intense than before- what I had thought impossible- "I'm gonna make it hard for you."

"What?" I asked, completely bewildered. He wasn't supposed to be here…Actually anywhere except for here…living his life like he should.

"I'm not going to make the same mistake twice Bella," he said. "I learn. I'm not going to let you walk away from me Ms. Swan…not this time."

And that was when the knight in shining armor scooped me up into his arms.

"Not this time," he breathed into my face, his cool air knocking everything out of me. And selfishly, I kissed him. And somehow or another- he was kissing me back.

And my world collided all at once.

"Not this time," he said again, breaking out of the kiss. "Not again…"

"Why?' I asked.

"It's as I said," he whispered, "This time, I'm gonna make it hard for you."

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