Disclaimer: I credit Twilight and its characters to Stephenie Meyer, and not me. They're not mine. They're hers.

A/N: Well, I got a couple pretty good reviews, so here's chapter three for you. I never got a response as to whether or not you wanted a chapter from EPOV, but I figured it would be best, so you know what's going on in his mind. So, yeah, that's basically where it is. I hope you enjoy it. This is all I have written so far, and I probably won't write any more if I don't get a few more reviews. So please review if you like it.

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EPOV

I stood in the front yard, looking at the house. I knew it was empty; I had watched from behind the trees as they moved things out. I'd seen the dogs come by and take large furniture, while Bella and Charlie packed up boxes.

I was still trying to come to terms with what I'd seen in Bella's car. I knew it was Bella's car, because Charlie only had the cruiser.

In the backseat, there were a clutter of sippy cups, coloring books, toys…and a car seat. That could only mean one thing: Bella had children.

The thought of my Bella, my wonderful, lovely, perfect Bella, reproducing with a man…it made me sick to my stomach. No man was good enough for her. No man deserved her.

It wasn't fair for me to think that way, though. Of course she had moved on. That was precisely what I had meant for her to do. I'd never really thought she would. I mean, the thought had crossed my mind, but I'd manage to avoid really thinking about it. Now, though, it was impossible to avoid.

Even so, I tried to do just that as I wandered into the dark, empty house. I stood in the middle of the living room, thinking about all the times I had sat on the couch with Bella, watching a movie or even television, when we had nothing better to do. I thought about the first time I'd sat in this room as Bella's "boyfriend" and how amused I'd been by Charlie's reaction to me.

I let my feet guide me to the kitchen next. I couldn't help but remember our memories there. It was in this room that I'd kissed Bella for the second time. I remembered it distinctly, because she'd fainted.

As I made my way up the stairs, a strange, nostalgic feeling washed over me. So many times I had rescued my dear Bella from falling on these steps. At times, of course, I had failed, but my Bella was a quick healer.

I opted not to visit Charlie's room; it was empty, and I didn't really have any memories of it. Instead, I went straight for Bella's bedroom. It was from listening to her talk in her sleep that I had first found out that our feelings were mutual. It was in this very room that I'd held my angel so many nights while she slept.

The more I remembered, the sadder I felt. I knew that if it was possible, I would most likely be crying at this moment.

I can't say for sure how long I stood there, beating myself up inside for leaving Bella. Why had I waited so long to return? Maybe I could have won her back, if I'd come in time. Why had I left in the first place? This was definitely not for the general good of things!

Of course, I reasoned with myself, things were good for Bella. After all, she had moved on with a man, a human man, and she was happy. At least, I assumed she was happy. True, she'd looked troubled upon leaving this house, but after living here so long with her father, that was to be expected, right?

You stupid, stupid man, Edward Cullen! I screamed at myself. I was hurting all over at the loss of Bella. This pain was nothing new to me; I'd felt it all along. But now it was worse, since I knew that Bella was really over me. That was what I had wanted, but some sick part of me wished I could have her back.

It was then that I remembered the floorboards. I checked under them for the tickets, the CD, the pictures. Everything that I'd childishly left there, hoping that Bella would sense that a part of me was still with her.

They were gone.

Who had found them, I couldn't say for sure. If it was Bella, hopefully she wasn't too pained by the memories. If it was Charlie…well, he probably just threw them out if he found them.

I sighed and put the floorboards back down. I was so angry with myself. I had quite obviously made a huge mistake. And it was too late to fix it.

I love you, Isabella Marie Swan, and I am so sorry for leaving you, I thought to myself, turning my back on the room.

But as soon as I reached the bottom of the stairs, I found myself face to face with a very angry Charlie.

"What the hell are you doing here?"

A/N: I hope you like this chapter. You're probably thinking, wait, wouldn't Edward hear Charlie's thoughts and know he's there? Well, yeah, but he was concentrating so much on Bella and his memories that he didn't really hear Charlie's thoughts. You have to keep in mind that Edward is so used to hearing thoughts that he can drown them out if he so chooses. And he had no reason to be listening for anyone's thoughts, since he knew that everyone had left, and the house was empty. Anyway, as to what Charlie was doing there, you'll find out soon enough! That is, if you use the magic word…REVIEW. I appreciate any and all reviews, good or bad.