EPOV
I was running. My decision was stupid, idiotic; I was infuriated with myself but the idea of going back was so tempting I didn't have the will to stop. To see Bella, to look into her beautiful brown eyes, even if just once more time, was heaven on earth. Seeing her tear stained face had done something to me and I knew I had to do something. I couldn't see my Angel crying and just not do anything. Why was she crying? Had something happened to Charlie? To Renee? I hoped she wasn't crying over me. I'll admit, the idea of her still caring enough about me to shed a tear was overpowering. I had to admit to myself though, after 7 years she couldn't still have feelings for me. That was why I left, so that she would move on. I hoped that for her own good she had.
I watched Bella through her back window. I felt like a Peeping Tom, invading her privacy. I hadn't spied on her for what seemed like forever. Her back was to me as she stood up and answered the door. Seeing her was enough to stop me dead in my tracks and glue my feet to the ground. Her dark brown hair, her slender figure, even from the back I could tell she was as beautiful as ever. No one, no Rosalie, no Tanya, could compare. She greeted a tall Native American girl at the door. Hearing her voice would have brought tears to my eyes, if I could cry… I couldn't wallow in that for long though before another scent, nearly as strong as Bella's floral scent invaded me. It was that girl at the door! She smelled… well, she smelled terrible. It was familiar though, I just couldn't place where I had smelled it before. I listened in on her conversation, I saw her wipe tears from her eyes, oh, how I wished I could go comfort her! The visitor had expressed her sympathy for something had happened with Jacob. Who was Jacob? I thought. As if a light bulb clicked on in my head realization flooded me. Jacob, he must have been why she was crying.
I listened in for awhile longer when I heard the Native American girl mention "last time". I didn't think anything of it until I read her thoughts, she envision pretty, 18 year old Bella, crying as a tall Native American man carried her from the woods near her house. Her face looked dead and she had dark circles under her eyes from lack of sleep. "He's gone, he's gone…" Bella said. Then I knew what "Last Time" was. It was when I had left her. I couldn't believe that I could do that to her, I was a evil. No wonder I was soulless. After living over a hundred years I had never been as upset as I had that minute. It had hurt to leave her but to see the consequences of my actions was too much.
Bella began to cry. I wanted to go and comfort her, and I almost did but the other girl beat me to the punch. I was glad someone was there to dry her tears, even if it wasn't me. At that moment I knew I couldn't leave Bella again.