The second last of my Breakeven mini-series. By the way, if you've never heard the song then WHOA! You're missing out. I'm serious... it's so awesome.

Anyways, sorry for missing the deadline. Again. I was at drama last night. :)

Date: 3rd November

Character: Edward/Bella

Stimulus Word: Breakeven vii

You got his heart and my heart and none of the pain.

She has mine. My heart is hers, and there is nothing either of us can do about it. I will forever be hers. Trouble is, she has his heart too. Jacob Black's. I've seen the way he looks at her. I know his mind. He is hers, and I am hers.

You took your suitcase, I took the blame.

He left, and I am alone. He left me with my broken heart. The blame—it is entirely my fault, of course. I should never have let myself become so involved. It was stupid, and naïve. And now, look where I am! Broken, forgotten, alone. Living a life of monotony.

Now I'm tryna make sense of what little remains

There is nothing left. There's no need to make sense of it, because literally… nothing.

Cos you left me with no love, no love to my name.

I have nothing to give. I'm like those motorcycles. For sale. As is. Like the house I imagined. Broken beyond repair—maybe the front room is a little better, but deep down I have nothing. I am nothing.