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-I think she is having a meltdown

Finding it hard to fall asleep

She won't let anyone help her

The look on her face, a waist of time

She won't let go

Gonna roll the dice

Losing her grace

Starts to cry

I feel a pain when I look in her eyes-

EPOV

She didn't say anything else for an immeasurable amount of time. She only sat there crying silent tears that I felt soaking into my shirt. Every once in a while she would suck in a huge shuttering breath, attempting to calm herself. I only sat there hugging her to my chest, like I had only once before, gently stroking her hair.

"It was a Tuesday." She whispered finally. "And he came into my room to ask if I could go to the store for him."

She nuzzled further into my shoulder as if she were searching for protection from the pain these memories were no doubt inflicting upon her. I wrapped my arms around her tighter, more than willing to provide the little comfort that I could.

"I was busy so I told him I couldn't go."

She started crying a little harder and had to take a moment before continuing her heartbreaking tale.

"He pouted and I threw a pillow at him." She chuckled at the memory but it came out as a chocked sob through all of her tears.

"He caught it, smacked me over the top of the head, laughed, and walked out of my room. As he shut the door he said, 'Be right back Bells.'"

She sniffled before continuing her story although by this time all I desired was for her to stop crying. I shouldn't have asked. Bella did not deserve this pain. I hated nothing more than seeing her in pain. It was breaking my heart in a thousand more tiny fragments with every sentence she uttered.

"He told me he was coming back." She sobbed. "But he never did."

She sat up then and looked into my eyes and a new fissure erupted in my heart as I gazed into her puffy watery eyes. They encased such a great quantity of pain that I wondered how anyone could have contained so much of it without ceasing to live. I realized at that moment that she had in some way at least. The need to protect her came back renewed, a thousand times intensified.

I'm not sure when but somehow along the road her pain had become my pain. I could not be happy if she was not.

"His car stalled on the railroad tracks and he never came home."

She bit her lip and swallowed down another sob.

"If I had gone for him he would still be here and my mom wouldn't be devastated and everything wouldn't be all messed up and things would make sense again and"

She was starting to hyperventilate now and I knew I had to stop her. For her sake and my own.

"Isabella Swan."

She stopped mid-sentence and reluctantly raised her eyes to meet my own.

"Listen to me." I said and all of the pain and intensity I was feeling shown through in my voice. "That was not your fault."

"But"

I shook my head slowly.

"No." I whispered, tucking a piece of hair behind her ear. "Bad things happen every single day and there was nothing you could have done." "If I had gone…"I felt the sharpest pain yet course through me and I shook my head fervently. If she had gone she would have been the one to never come home. I could not, I would not picture the world without her. This realization hit me with such force that I was momentarily left speech less.

"There was nothing" I whispered finally. "Nothing you could have done."

She shifted her cheek into the palm of my hand that was still resting on her face and let out an unsteady breath.

"No?" she asked and she sounded almost hopeful, as if she were begging me to take some measure of nonsensical guilt away from her. This had been something she had been carrying with her for far too long already.

"No." I reassured her.

She smiled weakly and her eyes fluttered closed and I knew it was too late. I would never be able to leave her.

(AN: okay so that was a very short chapter but I wanted this section alone. I know it was very sad but this is the story of how the Cullen's help her get over her pain so eventually she had to share her story with them. Now that this is out of the way we can get on with the rest of the story and it won't be as sad again I promise.)