Wow! Three chapters in one day! This one is even shorter than the last, but...whatever.

Disclaimer: The original characters and plot are the property of the author, Stephanie Meyer.

Edward's POV

Finally, he's changed his mind. I don't think I could take anymore of his grief and sorrow, and the fact that he couldn't believe that it wasn't his fault that Esme was hurt. His thoughts, usually so peaceful, were terrible, he was so worried and scared. He was blaming himself so much, having the same horrid thoughts of guilt and sorrow over and over again. I can't believe I did this to Esme, it is all my fault. She'll never forgive me, never, for doing this to her. Jasper was getting pretty annoyed himself, and he couldn't hear Carlisle's thoughts. Esme had finally forced herself to talk and Carlisle promised to listen to her.

Just now my problem was Bella. She stayed over at the house after we got back about an hour and a half ago, and had been hanging out with Alice and Rosalie. I have been watching her and there is absolutely no enthusiasm showing in her face, only sorrow. I mean, considering what happened I thought that she might have a little bit of life in her. Of course, you don't have to be a mind reader to know that she blames herself for the situation. You can just tell by her face, she won't talk, not to anybody. Even Alice can't get anything from her. I can only hope that this changes soon. Maybe she'll feel better tomorrow.

"Bella." I walked over to the couch where she and Alice were watching a movie. "I should probably take you home now."

"Okay." She got up from the couch and walked toward to door.

Edward. Alice's thoughts drifted over to me. Edward, I don't understand it. She's not saying anything and I can't get it out of her. Try to get her to say something about it tonight. I nodded my head and followed Bella out the door to my Volvo. She got in the passenger side and stared straight ahead, saying nothing at all.

I dropped her off at Charlie's and quickly drove back to the house. Everything was still the same when I got there. I had left without telling anyone where I was going, but Alice probably already knew. She would tell them. I grabbed a new shirt in case I was at Bella's the entire night.

When I arrived back at Bella's she was ready for bed and waiting for me. I took this as my chance to ask her what was wrong. I sat beside her, on the bed, and looked into her eyes.

"Bella," I started. "Can you please tell me what is wrong?" She looked at me with her big chocolate brown eyes and didn't say a thing. "Bella, please tell me, you know that you can always tell me anything." She looked at me for a few seconds, picked up her pillow, and simply broke down. She sobbed into the pillow as though her heart was breaking so I leaned forward to pull her into my arms and hugged her.

"Oh, Edward. I—I'm so s..s…sorry…" she said between sobs. "I didn't m..m…mean for th…is to h..h…happen, it's all m..m…y f..f…ault." The tears were streaming down her face by now.

I lifted her head up so I could look at her properly. "Bella, it is not your fault, how could it be, you could not prevent Esme or anyone from getting hurt. It was no one's fault at all, stop blaming yourself."

"Yes I know, but Edward, none of this would be happening if it were not for me, so it is all my fault. Esme would not be lying in pain now if I had not come into your lives, she must really hate me."

She continued sobbing into the pillow and I gathered her into my arms and laid her down on the bed beside her. I tried to comfort her as best I could but she was determined to take the blame for tonight. She was tired and needed sleep, and she probably wouldn't believe me if I told her that all Esme was thinking as that Bella was all right! Maybe the answer to this was for Esme to talk to her tomorrow herself and reassure her. Bella still did not understand vampires; she did not understand how quickly they healed. Maybe tomorrow she would understand.

I stroked her cheek, brushing a tendril of hair behind her ear and hummed her lullaby, hoping that it would soothe her into sleep. It was not too long before her breathing slowed and I held her in my arms until morning.