The lack of readers of this really makes me think that i should quit.
I know I'm not an awesome writer i get that, but a few people have told me its amazing. Who knows?
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Chapter Four

The pair sat in a deafening silence, neither of them wanting to talk. Bella, who had always been the shyer of the two, initiated the conversation yet again. "Do you remember what you said to me when we were fourteen Edward?" she asked. Edward merely shrugged his shoulders in response, he'd said a lot of things when he was fourteen and nothing exactly left a lasting impression. As the minutes passed Bella could feel she was getting more irritable; she desperately wanted Edward to remember what he had told her, it would make this whole thing a hell of a lot easier.

"You promised you'd always be there, you promise that I could cry on your shoulder whenever I needed it, you promised you'd never leave. I believed you on that Edward, I always thought you would be there for me, but you went and proved me wrong. You said you loved me, even if it only was as a friend but maybe I didn't mean jack shit to you" She forced the words out, she hated that she was doing this, she hated who she had become. "You've always meant a lot to me, you still do" she whispered as she pulled her arm away from Edwards grip. He subconsciously reached to grab her hand back he took a deep breath in; he knew this wouldn't be easy to say. He never knew he had this much of an effect over Bella, he didn't fully realise the severity of her feelings. "Bells, I know I've been a bastard. I kind of, hoped I could just walk in here and everything would be as normal, I was stupid" he stuttered, realising how stupid he sounded.

Bella knew him; she knew he could always sweet talk his way back into her good books after an argument, but not this time. "Apparently six years of friendship means nothing to you; you know me, better than I even know myself. You were perfectly aware of how this would affect me so don't try to pretend you didn't." She was being unreasonable and she knew it but she wanted to hurt him, just like he'd hurt her. Edward couldn't take it anymore; he gave her a quick kiss on the hand before he reluctantly he let go, stood up and slowly backed away. As he neared the door he pulled a white envelope out of his jean pocket and tapped it on her desk before silently walking out. Bella found herself in the same position she had been spending most of her free time in, curled up in her bed crying. She'd done what she wanted, she'd hurt Edward but somehow; she wasn't satisfied. She slowly came to realise she'd done the opposite of what she wanted, she wanted Edward back in her life but instead he had left it again and yet again she found herself alone. She knew she had to stop feeling sorry for herself, for a month she hadn't seen any of her other friends, she'd hardly spoken to Charlie and she'd been a depressing bitch at work, this had to stop.

The next morning Bella went to grab her hairbrush from the desk and as she ran it through her long brown hair she noticed the white envelope out of the corner of her eye. It seemed to be staring at her, begging her to open it. She gave into temptation and picked it up, tracing her fingers over the familiar handwriting; 'to my gorgeous Bella' it read. Her heart skipped a beat as she flipped the envelope over and slid her finger under the seal. She backed down to sit on the corner of the bed as she pulled out the short note that was inside. She unfolded the paper and once again saw Edwards handwriting her heart sunk into her stomach as she read the note, finally realising that he had gone. It read;

'Bella, I was hoping it would never come to me leaving you this note. I'd written this in preparation in case things ended badly, and as you're reading this I guess they did. I never wanted to hurt you that's the last thing I wanted to do. I never expected you to say anything like that, not to me anyway. You're the most beautiful girl I've ever met, I've thought that since day one and any guy would be lucky to have you. I'd be lucky to have you. I do love you Bells, It's not that I don't because I do; madly, I just can't risk our friendship like that. I know you'll probably never trust me again and if I was you, I wouldn't either. I should never have ignored your calls and texts; I had no idea what to say. I guess what I'm trying to tell you is I'm moving to London, I've been thinking it over for a while and I've figured that this is the right time. It will give us both some breathing space. My flight leaves tomorrow so I guess this is goodbye.

Just remember you're always welcome at my place in London and I'll miss you.

I love you Isabella Swan.'

She read the last line again, and again, constantly repeating it in her head. She could hear the words coming from Edwards's mouth, if only she had let him speak yesterday then maybe she wouldn't be sat here on her own now. Edward was almost five thousand miles away and she knew it was all her fault. She frantically searched around her room for her phone and dialled his number, impatiently tapping her foot as the phone rang. 'Answer the phone Edward, answer the fucking phone' she shouted down the phone, as if it was going to help. She then heard the much too familiar voice of his voicemail, she threw her phone on the bed and ran straight to her car, she was going to catch up with him, no matter what it took.