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Does Twilight belong to me? No. –Pout—

I opened my eyes, groaning.

My fifth attempt to get some sleep had been unsuccessful. Every time I almost fell asleep, the picture of Jacob's tortured expression of self-hate flooded my mind, and I woke up again.

I sat up in my seat and turned on the little monitor in front of me.

After searching for a few minutes, I gave up with a sigh. There were cheesy romance movies, horror films, vampire movies, or kid's animations. I didn't feel like listening to music either, so I took off my headphones and leaned back.

As I fidgeted in my seat, my backpack fell off my seat. I reached out to pick it up, but a familiar hand beat me to it. I looked up, surprised, as the backpack-rescuer from the airport handed me my backpack.

"Thank you," I said as I took the backpack from him. "I'm Bella," I added, sticking out my hand.

"You're welcome. I'm Anthony," he murmured, shaking my hand.

"It's nice to meet you. Thanks for saving my backpack earlier, by the way. If you hadn't saved it, I'm sure my backpack would have multiple footprints on it right now."

"No problem."

"I don't mean to bother you, but where are you from?" I asked. I wasn't usually the prying type, but I needed someone to distract me from my thoughts.

"Port Angeles."

"Oh, I live in Forks with my dad. You may not have heard of it because it's such a tiny town—"

"Don't try to avoid thinking about your husband. It'll hurt you more in the end," Anthony interrupted.

I gaped at him, not sure how I should answer to that. Anthony stared back at me with those unhappy, blue eyes of his silently. Something in his eyes told me that he knew what he was talking about.

"You heard, huh?" I asked.

He nodded.

"Has something similar happened to you before?" I said solemnly.

He paused for a moment, deliberating. He nodded slightly a moment later.

"What happened?

He sighed, dropping his gaze. I immediately regretted asking when I saw how my question made him even more dejected.

"You don't have to answer. I'm sorry I asked," I said quickly. He didn't look up.

"Anthony?" I leaned over to touch his cheek. He raised his head quickly, surprised. I took my hand back, blushing.

"My wife and I were high school sweethearts. I proposed at the graduation party I was hosting. In our second year of college, she told me that a baby was on the way. I could support us financially with the money I had inherited from my grandfather, and we couldn't wait. We started decorating for the nursery the day she told me the news.

"Eight weeks later, I finally finished the crib that I had built from scratch. I had always loved to build things, and the thought of building the thing that our baby would be sleeping in was irresistible. My wife loved to watch me work, and she took pictures of me building the crib everyday. She told me that it was for the scrapbook she was making for our baby.

"When I was finishing the crib, my wife was upstairs, taking a warm shower for relaxation because she wasn't feeling too well. I remember running upstairs to tell her that it was finally finished. She told me that she would join me in the yard as soon as possible.

"As she was walking downstairs, she tripped. She had always been a clumsy person, which is why I had always accompanied her on the stairs. I was busy admiring my work that day that I forgot," Anthony paused. He looked at me.

"Well, to be honest, I thought just one time would be alright. I didn't expect anything to happen. I was wrong.

"She fell from the top. I sensed it before she fell. I sensed that something bad would happen. I ran to her as soon as possible, but it was too late. When I got to her, she was screaming in pain and yelling, 'Our baby, our baby!'

"I got her to the hospital as soon as possible, but it was too late. My wife only had one minor physical injury on her wrist, but the wound of losing her baby was . . .

"She was very depressed. She stopped going to school. I got home one day to see her outside with a cigarette in hand. My innocent angel was smoking.

"We had our first fight that night. We had never fought before. Of course, when were decorating our baby's nursery, we fought over what color we should paint it, but nothing more serious than that. This fight was nasty. We told each other things that we wouldn't have even thought about one another before the miscarriage.

"She didn't smoke anymore. At least, I didn't find any evidence proving that she did. She was still depressed, but we didn't fight again.

"A few years passed. We weren't the happy couple we used to be, but we weren't an arguing couple. My third year in college came and went, and I was in my senior year when it happened.

"A female friend in one of my classes picked me up one night for a party because my car battery was dead. I asked my wife if she wanted to come, but she refused, saying that she was tired.

"I intended to come home before midnight like I usually did, but the friend that gave me a ride wanted to stay a while longer. I tried calling my wife to let her know that I would be home a bit later than usual, but her cell phone was off.

"When we finally got home around two in the morning, I found my wife on the couch with a beer in hand. She yelled at me for coming home late and accused me of cheating on her with my ride. I denied, of course, but I wasn't as cool-headed as usual because I was worn out. We had our second major fight that night.

"After that night, we fought almost every night. We yelled at each other and brought up every single mistake that the other had made.

"A few months later, she suggested a divorce. I was dumbstruck because although I knew how unhappy we were right now, I thought we could work it out after I graduated, when I had some peace. I tried to be nicer, but she was still drinking every night, and didn't cooperate with me.

"She told me that she wanted a divorce in a few weeks. I tried to push it back, but she was stubborn. In one month, we were no longer a married couple.

"I still have her number, but I don't think she wants to talk to me. I still see her sometimes with some other guys at the college we both attended when I go there to talk to some of my old professors. She seems happy enough," Anthony finished with a sigh.

"If it isn't too much to ask, when exactly did this happen?" I whispered.

Anthony leaned back in his seat, closing his eyes. "I signed the final divorce papers last May."

I bit my lip, but I couldn't resist the temptation to ask the question. "What do you think I should do?"

He didn't answer. It looked like he had dozed off, so I leaned back in my own seat and closed my eyes.

As I was slipping into unconsciousness, I heard him get up. He leaned down, and my eyes snapped open in surprise.

"When you go back home, talk to him about the reason for your fight," he whispered into my ear, straightened up, then walked down the hall to the bathroom.

I closed my eyes, and finally fell asleep while trying to guess Anthony's ex-wife's name.

JPOV

Bella tried to hide that she was not completely over the bloodsucker. Outsiders didn't notice the discomfort and pain it caused her to be reminded of them because of her well-practiced act. She never wrapped her arms around her torso as if to hold herself together or flinched or even allowed any change in her expression. She probably thought I believed her, just like everyone else.

But I didn't.

At first, I did buy it. It wasn't easy to detect the change in her because I concentrated too much on the fact that she wasn't depending on her arms to hold herself together at the mere thought of them. However, as time went on and I got used to her tough act, I noticed that her eyes tightened slightly and that she became a bit too cheerful when they were mentioned.

This was why I had flared up when Bella stared at him with eyes that told me everything I needed to know. Bella had never stopped loving the vampire.

Which meant she was going to get hurt again when he left. I would have to pick up the pieces of her heart and get beack with her knowing that I would never be the one she loved best. I would always tie with the bloodsucker.

I had been worrying about this ever since Bella kissed me that day in her truck. When I found out that my worries were true - too true - I had snapped and hit Bella like that.

Still, I regretted my violent actions more than anything. I was disgusted with myself.

I started the Rabbit's engine. I leaned against the window, staring at nothing in particular. My wolf instincts caught the green of the forests behind the airport, and I felt an urge to just run into the trees and phase. To excape from this emotional, human mind.

Then I realized that there was nothing stopping me from doing just that.

I cut the engine quickly, already getting ready to phase into the more comfortable, careless wolf inside of me. I ran across the parking lot, ignoring the fact that the rain was soaking up my shirt and making it cling to my body. I could feel eyes on me, but I ignored them, too.

I ran around the airport. The airport was pretty big, and it was a long run around it, but it didn't didn't bother me. I jogged easily into the trees, letting the airport and my disasterous attempt at bringing Bella back home disappear behind me.

When I was far enough into the forest, I took off my clothes and laid them in front of a tree. Without hesitation, I let the anger take over my senses. It felt natural now, seeing my red, wolfy form in the puddle that was collecting water that made it between the dense leaves and branches.

The pain of causing Bella pain subsided. It pleased me to know that I had a way to get away from the pain, but the happiness lasted only for a moment.

Jake, bro, what's wrong? I heard Embry's anxious thoughts. I groaned.

I tried to block my thoughts from them, but it was a wasted attempt.

Bella's on her way to Florida? She's so lucky! Why didn't she tell us last week when she came over to Emily's? Seth yelled loudly in his head.

Leave me alone, I thought angrily. This was one bad side of phasing-if someone else was in their wolf form, it was impossible to get any privacy.

I broke into a run, hoping to put enough distance between me and the rest of the pack to break the mental connection between us. I didn't care if I had to go as far as the middle of Canada. I needed to be alone.

I left the pain, anger, anxiety, and confusion behind me as I sprinted into the endless green surrounding me, desperate for escape.

EPOV

"Alice, you can't go see Bella at Florida right now. I still haven't worked out this whole problem yet!" I shouted angrily down the phone.

"Edward, that's exactly why we need to go see her. You need some help! You can't work this out alone. And Edward, you aren't the only one who loves her," Alice's high voice chimed.

Alice was my sister. Therefore, my family would probably be very, very ashamed of me if I lost my temper and tore her apart into pieces, but the idea sounded so perfect and enticing right now.

I paused for a sixteenth of a second to choose one good reason why Alice and Emmett shouldn't go to Florida out of my one hundred different options. "Alice, don't you know anything about Florida? It's sunny there all the time!"

"We can manage, Edward. Seriously, you've got to think of better excuses," Alice snapped. For such a tiny person, Alice could be very controlling and bossy.

I sighed, running my free hand through my hair. "Alice, I want to work this out before any of you see her. You've waited this long; how will a few more months hurt?"

"Edward, Bella isn't listening to you right now. You need us, Emmett and I, to soften her up. It'll only help you."

I gritted my teeth. Alice was right. Bella had grown very close to Emmett and Alice last year. If she met them, she might be more willing to choose me over the dog. The mere thought of her choosing the dog made me want to break something that would give me satisfaction from destroying it, like a car or a house.

I remembered the last time I had destroyed something because I was frustrated about this situation. I had been driving the rented car when Alice called me to ask if she could come to see Bella for the one hundred ninety-sixth time. I had gotten out of the car, lifted it above my head, and threw it back onto the asphalt road in frustration. Paying for the car didn't bother me, but the fact that it was a car I had liked enough to want to buy one myself bothered me a bit.

I closed my eyes and concentrated on not destroying anything.

"No," I growled when I had a bit more control over myself. I heard the phone being snatched out of Alice's hands.

"Eddie, bro, you've got to do something about that big ego of yours, and start listening to Alice. She's the one that sees the future, remember?" Emmett chuckled. Of course, only Emmett could find this argument amusing.

I frowned. "Emmett and Alice, you two will stay in Maine until I call you. This all happened because of my idiotic mistake, and I will fix it. I need to. So will you two please stop trying to interfere? Please," I begged.

I only heard silence on the other side.

"Fine," Emmett and Alice mumbled together.

"Thank you," I sighed, snapping my phone shut before they could ask me again.

I laid back on the grass, letting the rain soak my clothes. The cost of everything I was wearing right now was probably over eight hundred dollars, but I couldn't care less. Alice would love the excuse for an extra shopping trip anyway.

The last time I had been here without Bella was a few days after the disasterous birthday party Alice had planned for Bella. I had been trying to make the right decision for Bella's safety. I had been trying to plan a way to make her believe that I didn't love her anymore so she could move on after I left.

The plan had worked, but not the way I had pictured it. In my head, Bella was married to a human man and had human children. In reality, Bella was dating a young werewolf and would have puppies if they ever had children. What if the dog imprinted after Bella married him? Their family and marriage would fall apart and hurt Bella deeply.

Was this why I was trying to win her back?

I immediately answered "yes," in my head, but I knew that it wasn't totally true. I knew deep inside that I was being selfish and wanted Bella back for my own good. I wanted to change her and live my whole life with her. Now that I had experienced what it was like to live without her, I never wanted to experience it again.

I got up slowly and walked to the red swing I had made when Bella and I were still happily together.

Bella, come back soon, I thought as closed my eyes, wishing I could sleep.

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