a/n: thanks so much to everyone who reviewed part 2! now, without further delay, i bring to you 'how could this happen to me? pt. 2' enjoy. :)

Kristen POV

I closed my eyes before I had the chance to witness the suicide. I was terrified to open them, not ready to see what awaited me. The room was completely silent except for my soft sobs, and the distinct ringing in my ears caused by the gun shot.

What had I done?

I began to shake.

Rob POV

What was she doing here? She didn't want me. She had no business interfering in my personal affairs anymore. I had offered her everything I had, and she had cruely shoved it back into my face. Who the hell did she think she was?

I hadn't heard her come in. She was always great at sneaking up on me. She always could play an amazing game of Marco Polo, prancing silent but deadly around the room. I laughed to myself, remembering the time we had played that for hours in the green room before the MTV Movie Awards.

But now was not the time for reminiscing. Now was the time to figure out just what the fuck was going on.

I heard her soft breathing behind me. I knew she was there. I had the gun pointed directly at my head, poised to pull the trigger and end all of this bullshit.

And yet, I couldn't do it.

I couldn't do this to her.

So, instead, I pointed the gun directly at the sofa and shot.

I heard her gasp loudly behind me, feathers floating widly about the room. I frowned, cursing myself for not having the balls to just do it.

I sighed deeply, rubbing my hand through my dirty, dishelved hair. I was afraid to turn around and face her. I stood there for what felt like hours, but I'm sure it was only mere seconds. Laying the gun down softly on the coffee table, I decided it was time to turn around and face my fate.

So, I did.

When I set my eyes upon her face, my heart broke all over again.

Her eyes were shut tightly, and she was trembling uncontrollably. All I wanted was to take her into my arms and fight away her deepest, darkest fears... make every bad and horrible thing that she'd ever known disappear into oblivion. It was then that it struck me.

What the fuck had I done to her?

Yes, she had rejected me when I had been at my most vulnerable. I had offered her my entire future, but she coldly had declined. But staring at her now, completely shattered and terrified, I felt like... well, I felt like a complete monster.

I stood statue still, unsure of what exactly I should do. I breathed deeply and willed my feet to move.

I inched towards her, slowly, trying to buy myself some time so I could think of what I should say to her.

The only words that popped into my mind were "I love you. You are my world."

I was finally standing directly in front of her, only centimeters away from her lovely, flushed face. Her heavy breathing ceased. Slowly, she opened her eyes.

It was then I felt the sharp sting of a slap on my face.

Kristen POV

I was ecstatic. I was horrified. I was confused.

I was pissed off.

His breath on my face had shocked me.

I had heard the gun shot. Every cell in my body had frozen when the sound had hit my ear drums. I knew when I opened my eyes that my deepest fears would come true. There would be the love of my existence, laying in a pool of his own blood, dead.

Standing there, every memory I had ever shared with Rob flashed through my head.

Making love in the limo after the MTV Movie Awards. "You are the universe..." he had whispered sweetly in my ear.

Late night smoke breaks on my patio, discussing movies and literature.

Tickle fights on the rough carpet of whatever hotel room he happened to be staying in that night.

His warm breath on the nape of my neck, tickling every nerve ending in my body, causing my soul to ignite and my legs to quiver.

The feeling of his stubbly jaw on the inside of my thigh, and the sight of his devious smile, only slightly visible over the top of my stomach.

I felt like everything was crumbling around me.

So, when I felt his breath on my face, I thought that surely I was imagining things. I was too frightened to open my eyes, scared that I was simply fabricating his presence. I was only willing him to be alive.

Open your eyes... My brain told me.

I did.

Cautiously, I began to will my eyelids to open. At first, he was only a blurry figure. It was only a trick of the light, right?

It was not until my eyes were fully open did I realize I was mistaken.

This really was Rob, and he was... alive.

I wanted to cry. I wanted to jump into his arms and bury my head into his dirty, cigarette scented shirt. I wanted to kiss him and weep, telling him how much he meant to me and how sorry I was.

I wanted to slap the shit out of him.

Before I could think, I brought my hand across his cheek.

He stood there, stunned, the fingers of his left hand gently running over the red mark my hand had left.

I'm not sure how long we stood there, just staring at each other. It must have been minutes. I think both of us were too afraid to move, scared we would both wake up from the dream.

If I moved, Rob would really be laying dead on the ground. If he moved, I would really be back at my home in Woodland Hills, never having come to save him from his death.

Say something, Kristen... anything. I scolded myself.

It was he who spoke first.

Rob POV

I didn't know what to say. She was so obviously hurt by what I had done. Well, what I had almost done. How could she not be? It seemed that no words in the world could make up for my selfishness.

Instead, I relied on our favorite poem by Robert Frost, "To Earthward"

"Now no joy but lacks salt

That is not dashed with pain

And weariness and fault;

I crave the stain

Of tears, the aftermark

Of almost too much love,

The sweet of bitter bark

And burning clove."

Tears ran down her cheeks. I wanted nothing more than to kiss each one away. I yearned to take her into my arms.

I was surprised when she threw her arms around me.

Instantly, we both collapsed to the ground. I don't know whether it was from relief, heartbreak, or just simply weariness. We were both just so... tired.

I held her like that for an hour. I let her cry into my shirt, her cries interrupted only ocassionally by words like "I'm so sorry" and "I'll never forgive myself."

I buried my nose deep into her hair, inhaling the scent of cigarettes and her coconut shampoo. She couldn't see my face, but I was also letting my tears flow freely, soaking her jet black hair.

I rocked her, only pausing for short periods to kiss every inch of her beautiful face. Her fingers were dug deeply into my hair, massaging my scalp tenderly. She always did that when she knew I was stressed or upset.

God... how could I have almost given all this up?

I was such a fool.

When her sobs finally quieted down to soft hiccups, I picked her up in my arms. I pressed my forehead gently to hers while carrying her to the bed, so thankful that I had this second chance.

I laid her down gently, removing her shoes and jacket. I laid down facing her, intertwining my legs with hers. She wrapped her arms around me, bringing me in close.

I could feel her heart beat in sync with mine. It was the most glorious sensation in the world.

She smiled lazily at me, her eyes starting to appear heavy. I traced her lips gently with my index finger, anxious to make this moment last.

What if she no longer wanted me?

I could tell she was fighting sleep. So was I. This had been a crazy, exhausting day.

I leaned in close to her ear.

"Sleep, my love. It's alright." I whispered.

I kissed her forehead gently and touched my nose to hers.

She began to close her eyes. However, before she sunk into a deep, dreamless sleep, she spoke one word ever so softly.

"Yes."

Immediately after, she was out like a light.

Euphoria flooded me. I knew exactly what she had meant by that one, simple word.

Kristen Stewart was going to be my wife.

Tears filled my eyes, a wide, triumphant smile spreading across my face.

I hugged her tiny body tightly to mine, savoring the feeling of her in my arms.

Only two hours ago, I had almost taken my life, jeopardizing this very moment... the moment I had been longing for so.

She had accepted my proposal.

I closed my eyes, feeling nothing but happiness. Happiness, and the sensation of Kristen's chest rising and falling against mine with each breath she took.

I burned the destroyed, bullet ridden sofa the next day.

a/n: alright, folks! that's it. :) i hope you guys were satisfied with the ending. please subscribe/friend me. i have another story in the works, and it should be posted shortly. i'm kind of on a fanfic roll. :D