This is not, repeat: NOT based on the Leona Lewis version. Good god, she killed the damn song. But I love the Coldplay version so much. If you haven't heard this song, go and YT it, or something. It's really great.

Incredible amount of reviews, guys. Again. You're amazing. Thank you so much for reading, and shit. (I'm not going all emotional, I promise...)

Date: 28th January

Character: Edward

Stimulus: Run

He thinks back to the night. That night, when the real hell began.

To think I might not see those eyes

Her brown eyes, piercing him. Breaking him up inside. He might never see her again. He might never see those eyes. He's not ready to let go, he can't let go, he can't…

Makes it so hard not to cry

Impossible. It's impossible to cry, and yet now it seems more possible than ever. He feels cheated. Not for the first times, he wishes that he was human. That he could cry, and could not lie. If only she was able to see right through this ridiculous idea. She's always so perceptive; why is this time different? The time that he really needs her to guess?

And as we say our long goodbyes

"Bella, I don't want you to come with me."

"You…don't… want me?"

"No."

"Well, that changes things."

I nearly do.