A/N:

I love this chapter.

You'll see why.

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My eyes slowly drifted open and my sleepy haze disappeared. It was morning. I could tell by the bright gray clouds. Even though it was still raining, I have been in Forks long enough to know when it was daybreak.

My clothes were way past their absorbency capacity and were heavy on my frail body as I tried to sit up. I slipped my arms through the corduroy jacket in attempt to lower the amount of weight on my back. I was accident-prone as is and I didn't need the extra weight. I can barely handle my body weight as it was.

Standing up on my feet now, I paced myself as I began my walk to the edge of the meadow. Upon reaching my desired spot, I stopped a few feet short.

I stood here yesterday.

I was standing in the exact same position I was when Edward and I had just came to the meadow. This was before our big argument; this was where Edward also stood before he looked at me one last time.

This spot holds moments in Edward's and my relationship that we should never have to endure again. I can't regret my decision for speaking up, because I don't. What I do regret though, is how I came upon the subject. I cried my eyes out for what seemed like hours, worrying him, just to bring up a subject as simple as Tanya. Then when I was finished, I just yelled at him. Basically telling him, he was of no use to me: worthless, if you would call it that. That he hasn't been helpful or supportive, when he has. He has helped me in many ways that no one else could help. He comforted me in my times of need as well as doing something as simple as rocking me to sleep at night.

I owed him in so many ways that I couldn't pay him back for. If anything, I owed him my life, my love, my support.

It still didn't justify the fact that he could sit directly in my face and blatantly lie to me. There was just not a logical enough explanation for that, and there never will be.

I took a deep breath and focused my attention on the awaiting tree-covered, muddy slope. It was time for me to go down. I took each step as gingerly as I could, afraid of what might happen if I were to fall. Edward wasn't here to catch me this time. I needed to be accountable. I would have to be accountable. I grasped tightly to the slick trees in an attempt to keep balance. Slipping a few times, I still maintained to keep balance and not fall flat on my face. It took me what seemed like hours before I reached the bottom of the slope.

Victory surged through me. I actually accomplished something without falling flat on my face. That, indeed, deserved a medal.

My cheerfulness had dissipated when I looked around and didn't see the silver Volvo that was recognizable to me in a second of seeing it. The same feeling of abandonment that I once had been familiar with reappeared; the same pain that deteriorated my insides not too long ago, which badly injured my heart with the Cullen family departure reappeared with a strong force.

My hand instinctively reached to clench the pain, as I looked down the endless road. I couldn't walk this. It was too much, and my house was too far. There is no way in hell.

I retrieved my phone from my pocket and went to 'create message'. I typed an all too familiar number in the 'recipient' box and texted:

I'm sorry about what happened. Can you pick me up so we can talk about it? I spent the night at the meadow.

Hopefully he would respond. I sat down on the gravel as I awaited the vibration of my phone.

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EPOV

As if I thought I could walk away without being scolded once, everyone behold, Alice has spoken.

"Why did you do that to her Edward?" she asked, obviously confused of my decision, "Why would you leave her in the meadow overnight?"

I spoke into the receiver, "Alice, she said she was going to walk home. I tried to offer her a ride, but she wouldn't take it. She told me to leave, so I left."

"Idiot," she mumbled.

"I heard that."

"Good," she yelled back, "you deserve to hear what you are because normally Edward, you wouldn't leave her no matter what. All of a sudden, you have a little argument with her, and you listen to her like you have nothing else to do."

"She needed space, Alice, and so did I."

"Okay, then you could have went to your car and stayed there until you saw her appear from the hill, but, no. You had to be dramatic and leave her there to wither away in the heavy rain and freezing temperatures of Forks, to clear your head. That was so smart of you Edward!"

I hated her sarcasm. It always killed a mood.

"Alice, I tried to get her to come with me, she wanted to be stubborn. Oh well. Moving on, can you do me a favor?"

"What is it now Edward? You've been asking of me a lot lately."

"I need another break."

"You sure have been taking a lot of those lately. I am starting to get bored with Bella. All she does is cry when you leave."

So that must've been what she was talking about. I feel stupid now.

"Well, let her be captive at her own house this time. You do something with Jasper. I know you two haven't had much time together with Bella being there."

"Damn right. Do you know when the last time we—"

"Alice," I interjected, "the last thing I want to hear is that! Now can you please buy me my ticket to Alaska? The help is greatly appreciated."

"Whatever, I'll get your stupid ticket." She mumbled.

"Thank you. I'll be home later. I have a few things to take care of."

"Okay."

I closed my phone shut and threw it in the passenger seat. I had to clear my head and that wasn't something I could do at my house. Especially, with Emmett and Jasper, that was not an option. I need to keep driving and just think.

My phone vibrated in the leather-bound, bucket chair and I lifted it with my right hand. Opened with a swift movement of my thumb, I read the message.

Edward, I need you. Come back to me. I need to see you. I feel depressed, come and lighten up my mood. You know you want to.

I texted back, my message simple:

I will see you soon. Don't worry about it. I just need a few hours.

I didn't know what I was going to do or where I was going, but my mind—as much as I objected—was killing me with the excruciating thought of Bella. Whether it was the good times we had, when I kissed her, when I held her, or when I rocked her to sleep at night. Her face was nothing but etched in my memory and as hard as I tried, I couldn't erase it: her big, brown doe eyes, her chocolate semi-curly locks that dropped mid-back, her full pouty, pink lips.

As much as I needed this, I don't think I would be able to ever get her off my mind. I needed to though.

I'll admit to no one but myself that I was a cheater. It wasn't something to be proud of but it was something I needed in my dull life.

Placing my phone back in the passenger's seat I clicked on the radio. Music is a sure way to clear my nerves.

I'll give you all my life and all my love if you

Promise that you'll be here forever

I'll give you all of me, I'll give you everything

If you'll promise me you'll never leave me

What my friends say don't matter

You've been right here from the start

And I'll get on my knees and give you all of me

If you never leave my side because

You love me, you complete me

You hold my heart in your hands

And it's okay, cause I trust that

You'll be the best man that you can

I now fucking hate the radio, and R&B. I can actually see Bella in this song and that was not my intention. If I were to change around some of the lyrics, it would be more relevant, but I can't say it isn't the total opposite of what just happened or what our relationship has become, if it's still alive at this point.

This was supposed to be soothing and premeditating, and now, I can't listen to any genre because something might come on and bite me in the ass.

The radio plays nothing but 'guilty' songs anyway. Our world is just depressed.

My world is crashing down.

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I waited.

No response, no vibrations.

I guess I have to walk home. It isn't something that I had in mind in this type of weather, but I would rather walk than sit here for days without food and die of starvation.

I rose up from the hard gravel that had shaped my butt and turned down the never ending road.

Step by step, I walked in fury, frustration, and sadness.

My heart stabbed me with a sharp ache and I instinctively tried to grab it.

My heart, it aches.

It reminded me of a few days ago, when I was listening to music and a song came on. I knew the words and as much as it hurt me to say them, I might as well. What could it do to me now that hasn't been done to me already?

Slowly opening my mouth, I sang in a whisper, "I am finding out that maybe I was wrong," I took a breath, "that I've fallen down and I can't do this alone. Stay with me, this is what I need, please? Sing us a song and we'll sing it back to you." Tears began to stream and I couldn't go no farther after this as I gasped this final line. "We could sing our own, but what would it be without you?"

I cried hard as the rain began to makes its appearance once more.

I didn't figure out I was singing again until I heard what I was saying.

"This heart, it beats, beats for only you. My heart is yours. My heart is yours."

My heart is his. It will always be his and nothing, absolutely nothing will change that.

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A/N:

The song Edward listens to is called "You Complete Me" by Keyshia Cole. I thought it fit as a guilt song. The words were the complete opposite.

The song Bella is singing is called "My Heart" by Paramore. I liked this song (except for the weird yelling towards the end). It really fit and you can kind of see how this is relevant.

As you can also see, Edward did not get Bella's text. Do you know how you get two text messages at the same time, so your phone vibrates only once? And when you open your phone, the first one you see is the second text message? Well this is the case. Tanya's message came in like a millisecond after Bella's was recieved, so Edward only saw Tanya's.

Get it?