Authors Note: If you haven't done so yet, go back and read the last chapter. I posted two in one day :)

I found writing this chapter pointless. For me, at least. While I wrote the other chapters, I had been thinking about what was happening with Eddie and Bella. And I didn't write it down. So now, I am. Hopefully this informs you better.

Instead of answering all of your reviews with answers to your questions, I decided to make a chapter about it. Hopefully this answers them. If it doesn't, in your review let me know and I will send you an in-depth description.

About half of you wanted an Edward POV. If you don't want to read it, fine. Only the first half or so is EPOV.

Sorry for Edward's language, I just wanted to emphasize his anger more. It's not like he was swearing the whole time, so I think it's okay.

Read and review. Sorry ALL my authors note's are so long..... :)

What The Hell Did I Do Wrong?

What the hell did I do wrong? Why had Bella left me? Was I that fucked up?

God, I was that fucked up. I was so fucked up she felt she needed to risk her life – by running away – just so her life wouldn't become messed up like mine.

Damn it.

I would have done anything after I received that text message from her just to get here back. To safely return her to my arms, so I could protect her. Protect her from anything that could hurt her.

Unfortunately, me being with her seemed to give the opposite affect. She had to leave because of me. Leave! Just because of me....

I thought I was doing good. She had always seemed happy when she was with me. And was always excited to waste even more time with me.

Don't get me wrong, I don't think any of the time I spent with her was wasted. But obviously she had to think that about the time she spent with me.

I mean, seriously, she was perfect. Absolutely perfect. I wouldn't be surprised if she was an angel who fell from haven, knowing her balance. Everything about her was so real, so perfect. She was that one girl who was so perfect, but when asked why you thought so, you couldn't put it to words. I just seemed to love everything about her. Even the little things.

How could somebody so perfect, like Bella, love somebody so not perfect, like me? Was that even possible?

Nothing about me was perfect. Nothing at all. My talents? Well, I could play the piano. Not very good, according to me. Bella seemed to love it though. Maybe she just felt bad for the jackass who could do nothing better to her than make her want to run away from her own home.

Even though I knew exactly how much I had messed everything up with Bella, I prayed to god that she would come back. Even though I knew I didn't deserve her.

Hopefully all my text messages could help her.

What The Hell Is Wrong With Me?

What the hell was wrong with me? What. The. Hell. Was. Wrong. With. Me?

Had I seriously thought that I had any peace in my hell, known as my life?

No. I didn't. Well, I did, but I didn't mean it. My head was just messing with me momentarily.

Maybe I had subconsciously been thinking about the time I had spent with Edward...

Well, I really thought back to that time as great. That three days..... It felt like so much longer. I had been what you could call peaceful when I was with him, but that was only on the outside. On the inside, I was killing myself. Literally. Killing myself for ever going near him. Him, the one person who had the ability to shatter my heart to pieces.

Luckily, or not so luckily, I beat him to the punch. I left before he could.

Not exactly something to be proud of.

Thinking of leaving, I remembered something that had happened two days after we confessed our feelings for each other.

-Flashback starts here.-

As I sat in Edward's car with him as we drove down the winding road that was leading to the middle of nowhere, I couldn't help it. Curiosity took over.

"Edward," Damn. I still loved how perfect it felt to say his name. I couldn't repeating it. "Edward, where the hell are you brining me?"

He chuckled at that. It sounded so perfect.... Everything about him seemed to be perfect. Even his laugh, "Bella, we're going to my house."

Silence filled the rest of the drive. Not weird silence, but relaxing silence. Good silence. No silence with Edward and I ever seemed to be weird. It always seemed to make us feel closer, just by being together.

When we drove up to this house, which was more like a mansion, Edward parked in the driveway and came around to my door and opened it for me.

We walked in through the door and he led me to a room which was bare, except for the gorgeous grand piano that sat in the middle of the room, with a long seat pulled about twenty centimeters from it.

Edward sat me down at the end of the seat, opened the piano, and started playing.

Oh my god, he was absolutely amazing. His hands swiftly flew from key to key, making the sound come out sound like more than one set of hands playing.

The song was..... I don't even know where to begin. Flawless would be the underestimation of the century. So would perfect. It wasn't something I had ever heard before. And I couldn't place which talented musician had written it, either. It didn't sound like it was by any of the composers of the classical music I listened to, and I sure did know my classical music.

When the song was over, which seemed to be way too soon, I felt overjoyed. I never knew Edward was even more talented than I already thought. "That was amazing Edward! What song is it?" I was sure I could be surprised when he told me.

"Bella, this isn't a song you know. I wrote this for you. I call it Bella's Lullaby." While he said he wrote it for me, I felt tears of joy run from my eyes down my cheek.

Edward pulled me into his arms, making me feel more protected than I already felt when I was with him. "Thank you so much, Edward." I said into his chest, not sure if he had been able to hear me.

Apparently he did though, because he responded. "You're welcome, Bella."

-End of flashback-

Authors Note: Didn't you just love how the titles could easily connect to each other? I did :)

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