Bella.

I shivered, reaching for the blanket as a sudden gust of chilly air touched the skin on my shoulders. My fingers fumbled for the cloth, but I was only met with a pair of icy cold hands. My eyes opened immediately, and I smiled silently when I was met with a pair of topaz eyes. Even in the dark, they were ridiculously hypnotizing. I pulled myself up, and leaned into him. I shivered, but kept my face straight. I'd rather freeze than have him pull away. As if he actually could read my mind, he leaned down to retrieve the fallen blanket from off of the floor. He wrapped it around my shoulders tightly, before pulling me back into his chest.

"I missed you," I muttered against the fabric of his t-shirt. He leaned his head down, and I felt his chilling breath on my head. His lips pressed against my forehead, and I smiled once more.

"I've missed you too, love. It's unbearable to be away from you." I inhaled his scent, letting the aroma fill my nostrils. The action caused sudden dizziness, but I didn't mind. He chuckled, his eyes watching down at me. I felt the familiar red blush creep to my cheeks, and silently thanked God that it was too dark in the room for him to notice.

"So, Rosalie and I had a .. chat, I guess you could say," I announced. I felt him tense, and I lifted my head to look at his face. He nodded, his jaw hard.

"Yes, I did as well. She didn't frighten you too much with her story, did she?" I shook my head, even though I knew that I would always picture Rosalie in a wedding dress committing murder. I shivered at the mental picture, and Edward wrapped the blanket tighter around my shoulders. I glanced up at him again, but his attention was focused on the ceiling. I pulled an arm from warm shelter of my blanket, and touched his face. He flinched, but smiled down at me. I let my fingers run across the hard skin on his cheek. He closed his eyes, allowing his face to fit it into my palm.

"What did you talk to Rosalie about?" I asked, after a few minutes. I continued to keep my gaze on his face. He didn't speak, but the way he was looking at me was odd. I struggled to sit up, but he kept me firm again his chest. I sighed loudly.

"No answer? That can't be good, Edward," I muttered, frustrated. He and the rest of the Cullens had this game they played. I liked to call it Keep Bella In the Dark. They didn't know they were playing it, yet they were very skilled at it. I looked at his face again, and scowled when his eyes returned back to the ceiling. I balled my fist up, and pounded it lightly against his chest. I winced. Punching a vampire was the equivalent to punching a brick wall.

"It's late, Bella. You should sleep. We'll talk in the morning," he cooed into my ear. I opened my mouth to protest, but was overcome with a yawn instead. I heard him chuckle once more. I sighed, and decided not to start anything tonight.

"Tomorrow," I warned him. He smiled down at me, before kissing my forehead once more.

The sunlight poured in through Edward's window as morning approached. It danced upon my eyelids, making me groan in annoyance. Sunlight in Forks was the sign that it was going to be a bad day. And today was no exception. As my eyes fluttered open, I realized that my breathtaking beautiful vampire of a boyfriend wasn't by my side like he usually was. I was surrounded by pillows, and covered with a thick comforter. I groaned when I noticed that I was on the bed. Edward must've moved me here after I fell asleep. I glanced around the room, but he wasn't in here either. I sighed, and lay back. A bad start to a bad day. I could already feel it.

I groaned as I sat back up, throwing the covers off of me. My feet touched the ground, and I leaned back, stretching my arms out as a yawn escaped my mouth. I opened the door, and took quiet footsteps to the top of the staircase. I could hear Alice's quick voice from downstairs. I sat down at the top step, and leaned closer. She was arguing with somebody.

"It isn't going to end well, Edward. Why are you changing your mind?" she hissed angrily. I heard Edward sigh, and my heart immediately soared. This had to do with me. They were discussing me. I leaned closer, allowing my body to move closer to the edge.

"I can't promise her something that I know I can't do-" I frowned, my eyebrows burrowing together.

"That's just it! You already promised her! Everything is set! If you think she's going to be okay with this, than you obviously don't know Bella at all," she spat. It was silent for a moment, and I continued to lean closer to the edge, to hear if they were whispering. Knowing them, they were probably having conversations in their head. Suddenly, a loud pound from downstairs erupted, and Alice's shrill voice screamed my name as I began to stumble backwards down the staircase. I closed my eyes, waiting for the pain, but felt cold hands around me. I opened my eyes, to see Emmett smiling down at me. He was laughing as he set me on my feet.

"Doing a little eavesdropping, are we?" he asked, still laughing. The blood rushed to my cheeks yet again, and I cringed. I knew they were both behind me. I could hear Alice trying to stifle a laugh. I turned my head, and met Edward's cold gaze. I quickly glanced at the ground. Alice sighed. She pulled on Emmett's arm.

"Let's give them some privacy." Emmett was still chuckling when Alice pulled him out of the room. I kept myself silent, not daring to look at Edward's face. It was like this for a few minutes. The tension was killing me, and when I looked up, Edward was staring at me intently. I growled in anger. He smiled.

"What the hell is going?" I snapped, crossing my arms over my chest. He stiffened, and I knew this wasn't going to be easy. "And spare me the dramatic silence. Tell me now!"

"There has been a change in your future." He spoke slowly, as if trying to break it down for me. I frowned again, my forehead crinkling in confusion. What about my future? My future was him. My future was an eternity long.

"Explain, please?"

"There are some things that I promised, that I need to take back, and I would appreciate it if we could discuss this without raising our voices," he murmured. I was still confused. He hadn't made any promises to me lately. There was only one promise, and that was to change me. Oh, no. Oh, no, no, no. My eyes widened, and I felt my throat go dry. He noticed, and grimaced.

"Bella, please," he pleaded. He reached for my arm, but I yanked it away.

"No! You promised! You're going to change me, and we're going to spend forever together!" I screeched. He was pinching the bridge of his nose again. Oh, how I hated that. How could he be angry? I wasn't the one who promised forever, and then snatched it right back. I gulped, and stepped closer. Maybe if I could keep calm, I could talk him back into the decision. My hand flew up to his face, and I held it there. I stared at his eyes.

"You're going to let me get old. You're going to let me .. die," I muttered, my voice breaking on the last word. He cringed. His hands cradled my face now, and I felt defeat. My heartbeat was increasing now, as I prepared myself for the words that he was about to speak.

"That's exactly what I'm going to do. And when you die, I will follow." I closed my eyes. Anger was pulsing through my veins, and I couldn't take it anymore. So, that's what he had discussed with Rosalie last night. She had convinced him to change his mind. I was shaking as I placed my hands against his chest, and pushed with all the strength I had. I didn't have enough of it to knock him off of me, but the gesture startled him, and he released his grip. Ignoring my belongings that were still upstairs, I began to run. I heard his pleas for me to stop, but I couldn't.

I was running so fast, but I knew that he could easily catch up to me if he wanted. Luckily, it didn't look like he was. I stopped, hunching over to lean on my knees, as I tried to regain my lost breath. The betrayal and hurt was stabbing at me like a knife. I felt the tears finally start to form, as I dropped onto the cold hard ground. My arms wrapped around my knees, as I rocked myself back and fourth.