Bella's P.O.V.

I could hear the music playing softly in the background, the hum caressed my skin with vibrations and I shivered in delight. I could hear the laughter… his laughter. Oh it was so beautiful, like music to my ears.

He spun us in circles smiling softly down at me, eyes warm pools of amber. We swayed to the soft jazzy music, and all my worries seemed to vanish. I could hear the voices of the rest of the family in the background but it soon faded. Only he could do this to me- make me feel at peace even in the worst of moments.

"You're a natural," he whispered lowly in my ear. I protested with an unladylike snort, shaking my head in denial. The only thing keeping me from falling was his hands that gripped my waist. He spun me around in circles and I laughed in delight. Light from the chandelier shined upon his skin and I found myself stroking his ivory colored skin.

No one else mattered in that moment. It was only him, the music, and I- Paradise. I laid my head against his shoulder, inhaling his scent and hoping no one else had noticed. I felt this connection with him, something inside me tugged every time I saw him and cried with joy. And when he would turn to her it would cry out in pain. This feeling towards him was… wonderful yet excruciating at the same time.

I wanted him… I needed him.

But I could never have him.

Carlisle's P.O.V

Nothing, and I mean nothing, could ever prepare me for what I had come face to face only hours ago. The image sickening as it was stuck in my head and I desperately wished it would just leave. I could smell the blood flowing through her veins; hear the pounding of her heart filling the quiet room. She was small and frail and I feared if I touched her she would break, the thought was heartbreaking.

I could taste her fear on the tip of my tongue and flinched when she cried out at my touch. I had, no we had, done this to her. Gone was the Bella we had come to know five years ago in her place lay a broken scared woman. I wanted to blame this all on Edward but I didn't stop it.

A part of me had thought leaving her was for the best, we were a danger to her, but now I wondered if that was truly the best choice. The pain I felt at seeing her huddled in that bed almost brought me to my knees. The feelings I had for her were not fatherly I couldn't deny that, they were more what a man feels for a woman he aches for. I didn't mean it in any sexual way more like my heart, no heart, ached for her.

She stirred in her sleep and I paused my thinking. Her heart had calmed down and a smile graced her beautiful lips. I wondered what had brought such a thing on but I wasn't complaining. It was nice to see a smile after all the cries of anguish. These past hours had been torture.

The man I had found on top of her was dead by my own hands and I found myself frowning at that. I had always cherished human lives, even the most gruesome of them, but seeing her like- scared and sad, made me see red. How dare he use her body like that? I hadn't even regretted it afterwards.

At times like this I wish I had my family but I made my choice and she hers. The heartbreak I had felt, the anger, the rage… no I don't think I would ever go back to them. Her betrayal I understood it but that didn't mean I was very happy about it. Esme, the name brought a flash of irritation. She could have resisted the pull, I had. I had resisted and lost the thing that had mattered most all just to protect her feelings, yet she did not have the same courtesy.

But I regret our parting words, , such harsh words…

I remember it vividly…

"I'm so sorry Carlisle," I shook my head shrugging her off when she grabbed onto my arm. The movement caused her to stumble back and fall onto the ground, but at the moment I didn't feel like being a gentleman. I was done thinking only of others, putting others before me, and leaving myself in heartache.

"I lost everything," I roared, throwing the nearest thing at the wall. But that did not sustain my anger and I flipped my desk over. It had been a year that Bella had left, a year of heartache and confusion. "She was my everything and I lost her all because I had worried about you," I spat the word in distaste.

Feet ran towards the study but I didn't look up to face them. In my eyes they all betrayed me, they knew. Family, no this was no family. It was wrong of me to think our kind could even be capable of a human charade. What part of us was human? The one that drank blood, killed for the fun, put fear into the eyes of others. I was done.

"I'm leaving," the room was quiet and I found everyone looking down in shame and in that moment I wanted them to suffer, feel the heart ache I felt every day. Edwards reading my mind shook his head in disbelief and furrowed his eyebrows.

"Can you be so blind," I thought to him, "I loved her, and you threw her away like a doll. I despise every one of you. I sacrificed my love for you, my supposed family. No more. We, this family, are no more. Keep the name but the love I had for all of you is gone."

"I'm so sorry," he cried out but I shook my head and gave him a glare. They weren't sorry, no one was sorry. They were all selfish creatures thinking of themselves only and I wished them the worst of lives. I wanted to be sorry for everything but I couldn't deny this was how I felt.

"Your mate must be waiting for you," I sneered at the woman I had called wife, waving her off with the flick of my wrist but she sat there shaking her head in denial.

"It cannot end like this," she cried out to me and I gazed at her with anger. She had chosen this ending, she had betrayed me, it was not my fault that it had ended like this.

"I gave up my love for you all, but most of all for you," I stared at Esme, " You don't care for me, if you had you would know that I had been suffering, if you cared you would have resisted such temptation as I had. Losing her was not worth it, and I wish I could redo everything, I wish you could feel the pain I am feeling."

The next day I left.

That was the last time I saw them.

A/N: Hope you liked it I worked really hard on this chapter, and I know that Carlisle would never act that way but I guess that's why it's called Fan fiction. I know he seemed a little harsh but I mean come on, what would you do if your mate of like a billion years cheated on you? Anyway Carlisle does miss them and does regret his last words but it was a spur of the moment thing. Thanks for reading and please review!