AN: 'Not Now – Blink-182.' I friggin' love this song to pieces and so should you. It's not really…all depressing-y and slow like it probably should be for this chapter but does it look like I care? I didn't think so. Lyrics work. Oo! okay, 'Note to Self - From First to Last.' Love.

Bahahahaha! Wooow, I didn't think I'd get such a reaction out of you all for mentioning Jacob but it was quite amusing! For future reference, you shouldn't take me so seriously when I think of an idea and run it across you guys; my head's too impatient to stick to one thing. But it was good to get feedback and know that you guys detest the idea of Jake coming into the story…I actually didn't really want him in it either, I don't know what I was thinking at the time (I'm actually being serious and that worries me). A reviewer gave me an idea, though, on what to do when Bella moves (yes, she will be moving, so suck it up :D ) and I might be going with it. I'll let you know when I get to…it. Proceed.

EPOV

Seeing Bella's face crumple as she took in the sight of me sickened me. I was disgusted with myself. I didn't understand why she was still visiting me and sticking around. She was free now which meant she could go wherever she pleased and see whomever she pleased. She could easily find a more suitable boyfriend…one who just so happened to not be a complete druggie and failure. And yet she stood by me, trying in vain to reassure me of my pureness.

"It won't be too much longer, Edward," Bella interrupted my self-loathing session. "Another day and you'll be out…of the hospital, at least," she added with a sad smile. I didn't ever want to leave, though, knowing this was the only chance I'd get to spend time with Bella.

"I'm sorry," I said for what must have been the hundredth time. "I was so stupid to—"

"Got any twos?" Bella cut me off. I decided to let her change the topic.

I looked back down to the playing cards I was holding in my hands and smirked. I shook my head. Bella's hopeful face dropped to a scowl and she chucked her cards down.

"You win," she mumbled. She really wasn't that great at Go Fish. I don't even know how that's possible. Bella uncrossed her legs from her sitting position and wiggled her toes in front of me, "My feet are asleep," she explained. I smiled at how cute she looked. I couldn't help but detect a hint of sadness in her eyes, though, and it was killing me to know what causing her pain.

"Bella?" I began cautiously. She looked up from her brightly striped socks and gave me her attention. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing's wrong, Edward," she said with a forced smile.

"Bella, something's the matter, I can tell," I said. When I saw that she was still hesitating I added, "You know you can tell me anything, don't you? I love you."

This appeared to be the wrong thing to say as Bella visibly winced at this. My stomach dropped at the look on her face. Something was definitely up. My first thought: Is she breaking up with me? I knew I didn't deserve her…

"Edward…" She started. Oh, here it comes…

"Edward," another voice said. Dr. Young, my assigned doctor, walked into my room. He didn't wait for my acknowledgement but continued speaking. "I have good news. You seem to have recovered phenomenally and I'm pleased to tell you that you'll be able to return to the rehabilitation center today," he informed me with a kind smile.

Bella broke out into a smile and she grabbed me into a bone-crushing hug. "I'm so proud of you," she whispered into my ear. My brows knitted together in confusion but she couldn't see because she was still hugging me.

"Why?" I asked. I still couldn't comprehend how she could find something in me to be proud about. I had messed up time and time again. She pulled away showing a took of annoyance,

"Why must you think so lowly of yourself all the time?" she said, exasperated. I thought she was being a bit hypocritical at this; she was always claiming that she was unattractive and not worth the time of day. How wrong she was. Before I could retaliate, which was probably for the best, a throat was not so subtly cleared. Both of our heads snapped to the sound and found Dr. Young still there. I had completely forgotten his presence; it's easy when you have a stunningly beautiful girl in such a close proximity to you.

"Sorry," we both mumbled.

He gave a stiff smile and finished briefing me on my release from the hospital…if only I could've automatically been released from rehab as well. I replied to his questions when needed but not in the cheerful mood I imagined I was supposed to be expressing. At least not the happy mood Bella seemed to be experiencing. Was she happy at the prospect of being rid of me soon?

As I walked out of the room after being checked over one last time, I found Bella patiently waiting for me in the waiting room.

"Hey," I said as a way of making my presence known. She seemed to be in deep thought and I wanted nothing more than to be able to hear what was running through her mind. I suddenly remembered that Bella was going to tell me something before Dr. Young interrupted us earlier in my room. "So, what were you going to tell me?" I said, trying to come off as sounding calm.

She scrunched her face up in realization and turned to face me.

"Edward…I love you. I want you to know that," she said but then muttered under her breath, "That probably wasn't the right thing to say." I guessed that was not supposed to be for my ears but I still heard it and it hurt like hell. "I mean…I—" she was struggling with words. I was really getting anxious to hear what she was trying to saying, so much that I could hear the blood pounding in my ears. Again, she resigned to look down at her feet.

"Bella?" I prodded but winced when it came out more as a whimper. I was pathetic; pathetically in love with someone I was beginning to think didn't love me back, even if she was claiming it in front of me.

"I'm moving, Edward," she said quietly. My head snapped up at this.

"What?" I asked in confusion. This was not what I was expecting.

"I just think it's for the best… My mother was recently remarried and she hasn't been able to spend any time with him because he travels a lot. It's my fault, she has to stay behind for me," she said sadly. I sat there shocked for a moment, forgetting the ability to form words.

"And don't tell me that your overdose wasn't because of me. I feel so guilty, if you hadn't have met me…" she trailed off.

"Bella…" I managed to get out. "No. No, don't do this. It wasn't your fault for either thing. I…it was my fault for the overdose; I wasn't thinking clearly." It was half a lie. It was over the depression I felt from losing Bella but it was true that I wasn't thinking clearly. I would never blame her for it. But if I had done that when she left, and we weren't even broken up…how would I be able to cope now? "Please," I breathed desperately.

She averted her eyes from me and gave a small shake of her head. "It's for the best," she said again.

"So…we're breaking up?" I asked in a whisper, trying to make sense of the whole situation and needing clarity.

"Yes," she whispered back. She was crying now. As much as I hated to see her cry, I took this as a good sign. Bella must have not wanted to break up as much as she seemed to want to. Maybe she wasn't thinking clearly? I hung onto that idea desperately. I didn't want to accept the fact that she didn't love me anymore but it was inevitable. My selfish side was lashing out again, scoffing at my earlier thoughts on how she should move on to someone who deserved her. Well, I'm getting what I wanted, I thought bitterly. "I just can't keep hurting everyone around me," she said, explaining further. My brow furrowed in confusion.

"Bella, you're not hurting anyone. Don't leave," I pleaded.

She shook her head, "I have to." She stood up to leave.

"No, you don't," I protested, standing up as well.

She looked up at me sadly and stood on her toes to kiss me on the cheek. "Goodbye."

I watched as her form retreated down the hall to the exit of the hospital. I was left to stare into nothingness in the hospital waiting room, trying to cling to the feel of her lips against my cheek.

"Edward," Carlisle addressed from behind me. I slowly turned around to be faced with my parents. He took in the sight of me -presumably I looked like hell- and asked what was wrong. I silently shook my head. I did not want to talk about something I could barely fathom. I could tell Esme was itching to solve my problem, it was her motherly instinct; she looked to be on the verge of tears and she didn't even know what the matter was.

Throughout the car ride back to the rehabilitation center I didn't speak. Nothing was even running through my mind, I was just numb. I was getting worried glances from my parents but I didn't think anything of it.

As we pulled up to the building, my mind finally decided to snap to attention. I did not want to step foot back into that dreaded place; I wanted to go find Bella and shake her until she agreed to stay. I wanted to convince her that nothing was her fault like she seemed to think it was and most importantly, I needed her to know I still loved her. But these thoughts came to a screeching halt when I tried to wrack my brains in hopes of remembering where Bella said she was moving. She didn't. I knew she told me where her father lived but I couldn't for the life of me remember the state.

"Welcome back, Edward," Dr. Reid greeted me at the entrance. Ugh, another reason I didn't want to return. I couldn't help but to think that I wasn't imagining smugness in his tone. I mumbled a 'hello' and turned my back on him to say goodbye to my parents…again. It was suddenly feeling like I was experiencing Déjà vu. Now if only the love of my life was somewhere in the building waiting for my return it would be as if nothing had happened. I tuned the doctor out as he spoke about god knows what and I waited patiently for my cue to retreat back to my room and stay there for the remainder of my time there.

I didn't get far when I was ambushed by Alice and Jasper.

"Well, aren't you a sight for sore eyes?" the pixie said angrily. "Where have you been?"

I sighed deeply, "The hospital." I could see Alice working it out in her head until Jasper stepped in.

"You did, didn't you?" I did. He knew.

"What! What did he do?" Alice asked anxiously, looking between us.

"I had a relapse," I said quietly.

"Oh, Edward," Alice groaned. She put a hand over her eyes in frustration. "Now tell me, how do you expect to get out of here faster to see Bella when you go and do something like this? Who knows how long you'll be in here now."

I felt like a sharp knife had impaled my chest at the mention of her.

"I won't be seeing her again," I mumbled dejectedly. Alice's hand flew from her face to reveal frantic eyes.

"What do you mean by that? Of course you will. She'll wait, she loves you," Alice said.

And she was twisting the blade deeper.

"She visited me in the hospital. She's decided to move. Thinks everyone's pain is her fault." I could only form simple sentences at this point.

Alice showed a horrific face at this information. "I'm going to kill that foolish, selfless girl. Who does she think she is? She's going to wish she never left after I make her go shopping with me for 30 hours straight."

"Stop Alice, please. I don't want to talk about it. I just want to go to my room," I sighed, if only I could sleep away my problems. At this point sleep would probably only worsen the nightmare, exaggerating it to the extreme.

Alice slumped in defeat and nodded her head while Jasper gave me a sympathetic look. I briskly walked to my room and locked the door behind me.

I crawled onto the mattress after turning off the lights. Darkness seemed to be my best friend right now.

I laid there for what felt like hours, not drifting to sleep, but letting myself succumb to the numbness.

AN: Ta da. Another one. I am now kicking myself for changing their ages…uhm, can I change them back to, what were they, seventeen? Is that against the non-existent rules? It really doesn't make a difference; it would just make me feel better with the ending…I should really learn how to organize my thoughts, and think things out…evidently, I'm not capable of it. I hope to have another one out this weekend but I have to write a huge essay on Shakespeare. I don't even have a thesis statement yet so there you go. I'll try, though, I really will!

(By the way, we once again beat the amount of reviews from last chapter. 50! I love it.)