I have been horrible and fell way behind with updating, real life got in the way but I promise to try and keep with my every 3 day rule. There are only a few chapters left + an epilogue then the Sequel will start! I just came back from seeing Twilight in Central Park, it was lovely.

MadelineJade and Twilight-is-lovee are amazingly supportive and I wish I could get them beers from Sweet Up's and free coffee from The Daily Grind for life.

All Characters Belong To Stephenie Meyer and All Songs Belong To Kings Of Leon.

BPOV

I sighed in relief as the freezing air hit me. I had promised to let myself catch one last glimpse of him, but his dedication and words pinned me down to my seat. Thankfully, there had been people blocking his view of me for almost the entire set until the end of his last song. Our eyes caught one another's, and I could see the same agony that was in my own eyes reflected in his, but our pain couldn't be fixed. We wanted different things. We were two entirely different people, and things were never meant to work. We were doomed from the start.

I sent a text message to Alice, Angela, and Rosalie, wishing them the best on their trip to California, where they all planned to stay until the album was recorded. I had spent the last week in the comfort of my bed, because around their happiness was unbearable. Jacob was the only one I let in. He'd hold me every night while I sobbed incoherently about how much I hated him for treating me like shit and breaking me down until I couldn't stand on my own two feet, which made me need Edward more than I should have. In my heart, I knew it was never Jake's fault, either. I was in control of my own life and made poor decisions. It was my fault all along.

"Come on,babe, I'll make you some soup," Jake offered as he pushed himself off the brick wall beside me, grabbing my hand as we began our walk to the train.

Jacob had been a horrible boyfriend, but as my friend, he was everything I needed. He knew me inside and out like no one else, and he could soothe me in a way Rosalie couldn't, because he still felt like home to me. Soft, warm, and comforting. There was no doubt in my mind that a relationship between us was out of the question. Unwillingly, I had fallen so deeply for Edward that I would never be the same. He had changed me so completely.

I awoke the next morning with a sigh of relief. Edward was gone, probably on a plane somewhere over the Midwest. The majority of my things were still at his apartment, because the truth was, we had moved in together without acknowledging it. Ever since that first night I had asked him to stay, we had never spent a night apart. I had been selfish to replace Edward so easily, so irresponsibly, by letting Jacob back into my bed, but I couldn't be alone. There hadn't been inappropriate intimacy. Just a friend comforting another.

The keys to Edward's apartment weighed heavily in my hands as I climbed up the stairs. I had decided to come here alone. It seemed too much of a betrayal to allow another man into Edward's home. As soon as I opened the door, I was assaulted with his smell, and the hollow feeling I had perfected over the last week had shattered. My heart burned, and the pressure in my chest got more and more unbearable with every step I took towards his room. His room. Because it wasn't ours anymore.

The sight of his bed, all warm, comforting, and inviting lured me in. Before I realized what I was doing, I found myself fully clothed under the covers of his bed, my lungs greedily sucking up the scent that his pillows offered me. I must have fallen asleep, because when I opened my eyes, I could see the light of the moon filtering into the room. I blindly reached for my phone, blinking as the bright screen assaulted my eyes.

10 text messages.

I had received one from all the girls to let me know they had completed their trip safely and wished me a Merry Christmas. I had told them I was going back home to visit my dad, but my real plans were to stay at home and watch A Christmas Story until I could finish the actors' lines for them. I also received a few text messages from Jake. He was obviously worried about where I had taken off. I decided to respond only to his message. The others would have to wait for a time when I felt more like myself.

"I'm safe. I won't be around for a few days but feel free to stay at my place," I sent him.

I hit send and sighed when I noticed the time. It was officially Christmas Eve. The next few days passed in a blur. I had yet to leave Edward's apartment. It was so easy to pretend that we had never ended things, that I was staying here to keep his apartment warm until he returned to me. Once the food had run out, I decided it was time to resurface. School would begin in another week, and I needed to get it together. January held promises of a fresh start that I gladly welcomed. I spent New Year's Eve in my apartment, alone. I had to get used to the fact that from now on, I'd be mostly alone. Jacob had finally found his own apartment and was spending his time getting to know new people, while Rosalie, Angela, and Alice were busy with their men, living out a life that I almost had.

I had quit my job at The Daily Grind. The memories of Edward were too much to bear when I was there. My grandmother had left me a trust fund that allowed me to live comfortably for the rest of my life, although I knew I would get another job soon, simply to keep myself as busy as possible.

"Isabella Swan." The sound of my name broke me out of my thoughts.

"Yes, sir?" I asked Professor Laurent, my French instructor.

He let out a chuckle. "Class has been over for at least five minutes, yet here you sit. Is something troubling you?" he asked as he packed his things away in his briefcase.

"No. I just got lost in my own thoughts. I apologize." I slid out of my seat and tossed my book bag on my back. "It won't happen again."

The first week of school had passed faster than I would have thought. I was now in my second week and getting much better at finding my way across the campus. New York University's campus was all of New York City. We even had our own trolleys to get us to our classes. I had gotten lost more times than I could count, opening my phone to dial Rosalie before I realized where she was and who she was with. I had become an expert in avoiding thoughts of him, not allowing myself to even think his name or visualize him.

I threw my book bag down onto the love seat before I flopped down next to it, reaching for the remote to turn on the television. The vibrating of my phone interrupted me. I glanced at the screen and was unsure if I should answer it, as it was an unfamiliar number flashing on the screen. With a heavy sigh, I flipped the phone open.

"Hello," I answered.

"Is this Isabella Swan?" a man asked. The voice sounded somewhat familiar, but I couldn't place it.

"Yes. May I ask who's speaking?" I responded, a little irritated that I didn't know who this person was.

"Oh, yes! Sorry, this is Austin Marks from Meyer Records. I believe we met before at one of Mr. Cullen's performances," he explained in a hurried manner.

My heart ached from hearing even his name mentioned, and I tried my best to ignore it.

"And you're calling because…?" I said rudely. The last thing I wanted was to be reminded of him again.

"I'm calling to offer you a position. You'd be opening for Only by the Night on their upcoming U.S. tour and possibly on their European tour as well."

My breath caught at his words, the phone almost slipping out of my hand as I tried to contemplate my decision.

"Ms. Swan?" he asked after I had been silent for some time.

"I'm sorry. I was just caught off guard," I responded hurriedly.

"You can give me a call back if you'd like some time to think things over," he offered in an understanding tone.

"No, no. That's not necessary, I know my answer."

"And that is?" he asked.

I took a deep breath and contemplated my decision once more before I answered, the words flowing out of me easier than I would have expected.

JennaBriggs and I are going apartment hunting this weekend, wish us luck! Reviews are also as always highly recommended! These last few chapters may come a bit slower than I would like because they are extremely hard for me to write but I promise to try my best to get them done because all of you lovely people deserve a fast updating author.