Hey guys! Sorry this is kind of very late, I just got back from my vacation and I didn't have internet access for so long. Anyway, thank you for the reviews for the last chapter! I was so happy! I was really nervous with that chapter.

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"Where do you want to eat?" Edward asked me as we walked along the chilly streets of Seattle. This scene is somewhat familiar; we always go for lunch dates before and search the streets of Seattle for a place to eat. This is familiar; except that before, we were holding hands, laughing and talking about everything and nothing. I honestly love the distance between us now, but remembering those times make my heart feel a little pain.

"anywhere you want." I replied faking a smile.

"I know this place that you absolutely love, we always come there." He said. He has that crooked smile plastered on his face again. I want to punch him. I don't care if it will ruin his face. I just don't like to see that smile again, that stupidly gorgeous smile that I hate so much now.

We finally reached a small café and sat at one of the tables beside the window. It was a very homey café.

"we always go out before?" I asked, putting my act again.

"uhm," he thought for a second, "not really." He lied again! Why do he always have to lie? My hands are aching for something to hit him with! I really really want to hit him right now.

"oh, okay. Have we known each other very long?" I asked, trying to sound like I really don't know.

"you can say that. I've known you for quite some time now"

"Where did we meet?"

"At university. We were good friends back then." He said, he had the look on his face that tells me he was remembering something about our time back then.

"did we,…um," I was unable to get the words out of my mouth. Somehow, I find myself afraid to hear his answer.

"what?" he asked.

"did we date or something?" I waited for his answer. A couple of seconds had passed and he's still not answering. When I was sure enough that he wasn't going to, I was surprised when he opened his mouth to answer.

"No, we didn't" he said. He's such a liar. I feel my anger boiling inside of me. anytime soon I'm pretty sure I'm about to explode. Fucking Edward Cullen! Why can't he just tell me that he was my fiancé, or ex-fiance, who was a big coward and was never man enough to face me on our wedding day and explain everything to me. do I mean that little to him that I don't deserve an explanation as to why he didn't want to get married?

"do you know my ex-fiance?" I asked him. I saw his eyes widen at my question. I swear if he tells me another lie I'm going to kick his ass.

"yes."

"how's he?"

"He's barely getting by. He extremely regrets what he did to you. he still loves you, I'm sure of that. he's kinda hoping for another chance with you." he peeked from under his eyelashes. I could tell that he was afraid of what my reaction will be.

He's barely getting by. Pretty much another lie of his. From what I heard from Jasper, Edward has been fine since our disastrous wedding. He even told me that they went partying the last time he visited him.

He extremely regrets what he did to you. well, he regrets it now. he doesn't know all the hurt that I've been through since that day. How I thought I wasn't good enough. He didn't see how I looked stupid as I sat on the church stairs all day, refusing to leave because I thought he would come back. He didn't see my face, how the light died in my eyes.

He still loves you, I'm sure of that. okay? Fuck you Edward Cullen! Love? What does he know about love? Is his definition of love says "leaving the girl you are supposed to marry because he's a coward"? he doesn't know a thing about love, how dare he say that he still loves me.

He's kinda hoping for a second for a second chance. He's not getting it. not in a million years, even an eternity. I've had enough hurt in a lifetime. I'm not planning to have some more.

"well tell him I'm not giving him any chances." My voice stern as I said the words.

He argued immediately, "But Bella you have to understand. He was so confused at that time. He didn't know what he was doing. He's sorry for everything!"

"sorry? I don't need his pathetic sorry. If everything can be fixed by just a simple 'sorry', then why do we have cops and laws and rules? Honestly, I don't need his apologies." I looked into his eyes, pleading for him to give it up."tell him to give up. I don't need him anymore. he's just a coward. Tell him that it's not worth coming back here, there's no one waiting for him. Tell him to move on as I have. I don't love him anymore. it's better that I don't know him at all. it's better that I don't love him at all."

I stood up from my seat to leave. As I was approaching the doors, I spared one last glance at his frozen form. I can't help the tears from falling. This isn't right. I'm not supposed to cry. I should be happy, ecstatic that I finally got the closure I wanted. But why am I sad for saying goodbye to him? Do I still love him?

Am I, Isabella Swan, still in love with the man who broke my heart?

Hey! Sorry for the late update again.

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