I can take the rain on the roof of this empty house

That don't bother me

I can take a few tears now and then and just let them out

I'm not afraid to cry every once in a while

Even though going on with you gone still upsets me

There are days every now and again I pretend I'm ok

But that's not what gets me

What hurts the most

Was being so close

And having so much to say

And watching you walk away

And never knowing

What could have been

And not seeing that loving you

Is what I was trying to do

-Rascal Flatts, What Hurts the Most

Edward POV

I love Isabella Swan. It fucking hurts me to see her hurt. And somehow, I am going to show her that. That is what I have decided. No more fucking up, no more being angry with her, no more waiting around for something to happen.

But, I am going to give her time. I know that's what she wants. By no means does that mean I am going to give up. I'll never give up on that girl unless she makes it clear that without me in her life, she'll be happy. When it all comes down to it, I just want to see her happy. Even if it means she would be in love with some other guy out there and he treats her like the beautiful woman she deserves to be treated like. But she's not happy. And as long as she's not, I'm not going anywhere.

I fucking snapped the other day when Mike Newton said that about her. He said it right in front of her. He fucking brought up Jessica Stanley. I know that he didn't know that incident with Bella at my window catching Jessica and I groping each other, but he did know that by saying that he would most likely hurt Bella. He said in front of her that he wanted to fuck her and that I already have had my chance to fuck her. I wanted to assure Bella that our friendship was never ever because I wanted any physical contact with her. Not that I wouldn't mind, I mean, look at her…who wouldn't?

Still, I fucking punched the shit out of Newton. She sat there frozen. I knew that she didn't know what to do. I didn't expect her to do anything. I know Bella, and no matter who she is, things take a second to process. But that does not mean she's stupid. She's not. At all.

As if on cue to make things ten times worse, Lauren Mallory dashed into the classroom calling Bella a freak and shit. If I wasn't too busy beating the shit out of Newton then I would have told that pug faced bitch off.

Bella ran out of the classroom and Mr. Banner finally came to break up the fight. What the fuck was he doing all this time? Not that I minded having extra time to rearrange Newton's face.

What fucking broke my heart to pieces is when I walked out to find Bella slouched against the lockers balling her eyes out. I would have taken her in my arms then, I swear to fucking God I would have. But Mr. Banner had a hold of me. All I could do is whisper that I was sorry. I owed her so much more; she deserved so much more.

I thought that she'd never forgive me for that incident. For everything. Hell, even for that day alone I thought she wouldn't forgive me.

But she totally fucking surprised me that night when I was at my window. I was almost one hundred percent positive that she wouldn't show at her window, although I was hoping she would be. And she did show. She was actually there.

Even better, she fucking touched the glass as if reaching out for me. I wanted to go over there and kiss her senseless but I couldn't. I know that this was a huge step up and that she'd need time. So I just sighed and rested my head against the window, staring at her beautiful face. That's how I fell asleep that night. Staring at those mesmerizing eyes from afar. And it was the best fucking sleep I've gotten in a long time.

xoxo, B.