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A/N: One chapter left and the epologue. A third story is in the works. I'll be posting it in a few weeks. =D. Review!!!

JPOV

The room was filled with dispair to the point where I almost couldn't take it. Being an empath really sucked sometimes. But, the person I felt the most emotion coming off of was Edward. He had gotten here about twenty minutes ago and had barely said a word, from what I had noticed. He hadn't moved a muscle since he'd gotten here and sat down.

Ten minutes later, it was time to leave. I was glad to get out of there for a while and get a break from all the emotions. I climbed back into the BMW with Alice and Rose when we had left from the dreary building that was the funeral home. Carlisle, Esme and Emmett, got back into Carlisle's mercedes. Edward was the last to leave the building, even after Renee, Charlie and Phil. The Quileute people had all exited the building right after Alice and myself.

Edward got into the Volvo and we all left the funeral home at the same time. I think Carlisle made sure of that. It made me suddenly wary of what he was planning to do once we got back to the house. Whatever it was, I was sure it probably wouldn't end well. It would probably end with one of us extremely angry with the rest of them. Most likely it would be Edward.

Rose pulled into the garage next to Carlisle's car and we all climbed out. We went inside the house and into the living room. Carlisle and Esme were sitting on the couch. Carlisle was very calm, while Esme was sending off intense waves of nervousness from herself. I tried to calm her a little bit. She gave me a small smile in thanks.
"Jasper, Emmett, Alice, Rose, sit down please. We need to have a family discussion when Edward gets here." said Carlisle. We all sat down immediately and sat in mostly silence until Edward got home, minutes later. He had been driving very slowly to stall getting here and had fallen behind us quickly. I didn't like where this was going. I looked around the room and noticed that Esme had that worried look back on her face. Emmett, Rosalie and Alice also looked worried for what was about to unfold here in this living room.
"This isn't going to end well." Alice muttered under her breath, just before Edward walked in. I was sure she was blocking her mind from him because of the vision I knew she had just had. I had seen her gain the blank look in her eyes momentarily before regaining herself and waiting for Edward's arrival, like the rest of us.

Edward walked into the house then, saw us all gathered in the living room and tried to run up the stairs.
"Emmett, Jasper?" asked Carlisle. I knew he wanted us to hold Edward down and force him to stay for this conversation. Emmett and I rose simultaneously and caught Edward before he reached the stairs. *This is wrong. I'm sorry, Edward. This is wrong. Please forgive me, Edward. This is wrong.* I kept thinking, as Emmett and I grabbed him and forced him into the last remaining chair in the living room. We had mostly dragged him back to the chair, because he had refused to use his feet to walk there. Alice was definitely right when she said this wasn't going to end well. I could see it already. I was not looking forward to this conversation. He gave us the nastiest look he could before we sat down on either side of him.
"Edward," Esme began, "We know how you feel."
"You have no idea how I feel!" he said.
"Edward, I for one know exactly how you feel. I am an empath, after all." I said to him.
"You don't understand."
"Then help us to." said Alice.
"I can't live without her. I'd rather die than be without her." Edward told us.
"Edward-- you can't--" I started, but he cut me off.
"I can't-- live-- without her. You know what? Fuck this. I don't need to explain myself to ANY of you. I'm 21 years old. Don't reat me like a child!"
"Edward, you tried to kill yourself. How else to do you expect us to treat you?" asked Carlisle.
"Screw it. I'm leaving." Edward got up and walked out of the house, slamming the door behind him and nearly busting it off the hinges, as he went.
"Language Edward Anthony Masen Cullen!" Esme managed to yell, right before the door was slammed. I was sure Edward rolled his eyes and cussed again at that. I heard the volvo start in the garage and screech out of the driveway as fast as Edward could make it go.