A/N

Helloooo everybody! I am here again with chapter 33! I know it is Friday but I suppose you want the chapter, don't you?

Well, the only thing I have to say is…Be prepared and…

Enjoy!

Chapter 33

Now what?

These incredible and full of love thoughts, were interrupted by my mobile.

"Hello?" I said, picking it up.

"Bella, it's Edward." My heart started beating faster and I felt my cheeks heat up at the sound of his voice.

"Hi, Edward," I replied.

"Where are you?" he asked. His voice was cold. I didn't like it.

"I'm at the club. What's going on?" I asked worried.

"I want you to come over to my house." I smiled a bit but his voice was still very cold. "It's serious and we need to talk."

Edward and I said our goodbyes… no, no, no! I said goodbye. His goodbye was so cold and you know… formal and so not Edward, so it doesn't count.

I looked at myself in the mirror for a second and then stood up abruptly.

Not such a good move. I felt my head spinning a little and I sat back on the chair. Why do I always forget that I shouldn't make sudden moves?

I shook my head a little and tried to stand up again.

Mmmm, now it's fine.

I walked down the stairs, grabbed my keys and got out of the apartment.

…

I parked my car near Edward's house and locked it. I started walking towards the building. Quil, his bodyguard greeted me.

"Hey, Bella!" he said smiling.

"Hello, Quil. How are you?" I asked, shaking his hand.

"I am wonderful! How about you?" he asked, still smiling. I swear he could make my day with his smile. He was like a child when he smiled and laughed.

"I am good." Well, it wasn't a complete lie.

"Okay. Come in," he said and opened the door. "Mr. Cullen is waiting for you," he said and winked at me. I felt the blush on my cheeks, and looked down quickly, and then I started walking towards Edward's door.

Knock.

Knock.

Knock.

Edward opened the door and his face was sad and cold. He was a bit pale and I immediately thought he was ill.

"Edward, what happened? Are you okay?" I asked and stepped inside. "Do you have fever?" I asked putting my hand on his forehead. He grabbed my hand and slowly removed it from his face.

"Don't," he whispered, looking down. "Follow me to the living room," he said and started walking towards… the living room.

I had a bad feeling.

Why is he so… sick? He looked like he was going to throw up.

"Sit," he ordered. I sat on the couch and looked up at him. He started pacing around the living room, like he was thinking about what he was going to say.

"Please Edward. You are driving me crazy," I pleaded. He didn't look up to see my face. He kept his head down and continued pacing.

"My dad told me, that your grandfather is in the hospital," Edward stated. "I want to tell you what I have to say, so please don't interrupt me," he added. I didn't say anything.

"He said he had a pretty bad shock," he continued. He took a deep breath and looked up at me. He stopped pacing and came towards the couch where I was sitting. He took my hand and looked at me in the eye.

"I know how much you love your grandfather and I know you were worried about what happened," he said and I nodded.

"You know what caused the shock?" I nodded. He looked down, taking a deep breath again. "Bella, you know I love you, right?" I was getting confused. What was he trying to tell me?

"Yes, I know," I told him. My voice was like a whisper and I doubt he even heard me.

"I love you, I love you, I love you," he whispered as he rubbed my hands with his. This was not going to end well.

"Edward, please explain what is going on. I can't see inside your head," I asked him and my voice cracked.

"Bella, I-" he cleared his throat. "Bella, I want us to break up."

The blood from my face suddenly disappeared and my hands were as cold as snow. I couldn't say anything. I looked at him with empty eyes, like it was a dream and I would wake up any minute. My eyes started to form tears. I couldn't let him see me cry. I looked down quickly.

"Okay," I answered quietly. 'Okay' was a very good word. My voice would crack if I said anything more.

"I want to explain why I made this decision," he stated. It doesn't matter! The only thing that matters is that I have lost him! Gods! I won't judge Angela, or anyone who breaks up, ever again.

"I don't want you to explain," I said, clearing my throat.

"Please. I want to. Your grandfather was in the hospital because of me. He saw me. He saw a criminal hugging his granddaughter on the news, I-"

"Go find some other excuses Edward." He lied. He said he loved me and now what? He just broke up with me because he robbed a bank? Did that even make sense?

"I have to go," I said and stoop up.

"No, I need to explain," he said grabbing my arm.

"Don't!" I said, looking down.

Don't cry! Don't cry! Do not cry!

"Let me go," I pleaded.

"No," he said and pulled me closer.

"Let me go, please," I asked him again. I heard him huff.

"Can you…?" He thought about it for a minute. "Can I kiss you for the last time?" he asked as he bent down. What?

Hell, no!

"How dare you even try to kiss me?" I said and pulled away. I pulled my hand back and slapped him hard. "Do that shit somewhere else!" I said and turned around to leave. I opened the door and started to cry as I slammed it behind me.

A/N

Please have faith in me. I know what I am doing (I hope).

This is how, I and my ex broke up… well he was not a robber but the conversation was VERY similar.

If you review I will update faster… I promise.

Love you all!

Sofia

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