Hey guys—this is short, I know, but college is getting real. Anyways, I hope this clears up some final questions about everything. (: I have tried to be direct, and if I haven't just let me know. I just want to thank all you guys for reading and super thanks for the ones who review! I heart the good, bad, and ugly, so keep it coming. Lastly, I read an author who does mood music with each update, and I think it's something interesting so here is what I wrote this update to.

Never Again-Kelly Clarkson

Just A Dream- Carrie Underwood

You Were Mine- Dixie Chicks

Stay-Sugarland

Over You- Chris Daughtry


Hope you enjoy!

Repent

Bella started up the driveway, she knew that he wouldn't run after her, he never stopped her when she had left before and how is this any different? She was leaving because of his actions, why should he run after her? Her lips trembled as she continued through the night; her mind was being cruel to her, playing scenes of her and Edward in her mind. When she couldn't remember the exact words, her mind filled them in for her, and for this particular scene, her mind did a lot of substituting…

Her hair was plastered to her face; the wet strands wrapping around her as if they were tentacles sent to strangle her last breath. Her chest heaved with exhaustion as she struggled to grasp reality. Her bare toes gripped the inside of her sandaled feet as they attempted to create friction in the cold spring rain.

"I loved you! I loved since I saw you! How can you do this to me?" Her voice came out husky, deep, and angry; a far cry from the girl he had fallen in love with.

"I'm not what you need." His eyes suctioned to the ground as he tried desperately to block out her pleas of a broken heart.

"How can you say that? How do you know what I need? I know what I need and what I need, goddamnit is you! I need you! I'VE ALWAYS NEED YOU!" Her soft fingers harshly clawed his shoulder, turning him around in a force causing him to look at her through cold eyes.

His anger willed its angry head as he shoved her away, causing her to stumble on the rocky pavement. "Shut up! Shut up, right now! You think this is how I pictured it! Huh? Screaming in the middle of the fucking street? I never wanted this! I NEVER WANTED YOU!" The last part, a powerful declarative, was screamed at the top of his lungs, like a rabid wolf determined to get his prey.

Her eyes flickered anger in a split second as his words penetrated her irrational thoughts and created an even more unstable emotional wave within her. She had no words, just a single fluid motion as her slick palm came down stiffly on his pale, hollowed face.

He turned his back on her, he didn't need this. He didn't need her. He had never needed her. He had lived a hundred and some odd years without her and he could continue to do it. Stupid human girl, didn't she understand? Didn't she get it?

"Are you just going to walk away, Edward? Is that it? Is it over? Are you just going to walk away, like you have done all of your life?" Her words shot at him like arrows but he didn't feel it. There was nothing she could do or say that would bring him back, he had been gone a long time, and it was time for him to finally leave, no matter what the damage was to her. He had to stop thinking about her, and start thinking about himself.

"Edward!" Her voice was cracking, he knew that the tears and sobs were going to come soon, she would be okay, and she was strong. He had made sure of that before he left, he had tested the waters of pain. He hadn't called, he had broken dates, and she had remained resilient, he was sure she could handle this. Sure, it would hurt a bit more and she might even miss a few days of school, but she'd get through it. He knew she would.



Her breathing was erratic and she stumbled into her truck, holding back any emotion. She thought about trying calling someone, but everyone she would call was on his side, his team, team Edward….

Bella was shuttering now at the thought of that day, it seemed like yesterday, actually the pain seemed like yesterday. The memory came in flashes, but the pain was real and she felt it every time something reminded her of him. It could be something on the TV, a song lyric, something someone said, anything; anything could bring back a rush of emotion that made her close her eyes and forced herself to give herself a pep talk just to continue through the activity without bawling. How dare he think that his behavior tonight was acceptable? She was just starting to progress and he had just shook the foundation she had struggled to build. Damn him, damn him for being everything she wanted and everything that was bad for her at the same time.

She finally made her way to the road and she sensed no signs of anything, especially of him.

"Bella?" the voice was familiar, "Are you okay?"