A/N: alright people, put your pitchforks away. I know that you think this story sucks, but have you, by chance looked at the 2 main characters involved in this story? I didn't think so. Anyways, this is the next chapter and yes, it's reallllllly short, but trust me, I have good reason.

Failing to Admit

Chapter 2

Edward's POV

When I came out of the darkness, there was nothing. My family would speak to me- no one else. Of course, in time blood lust became more controllable so we could speak to humans with almost as much ease as Carlisle by now. The only difference between me and the others was that they would speak. I hovered.

I couldn't get over the fact that I had let Bel- her down. I had already thought of killing myself. Unfortunately, that wasn't going to work because I had already promised her that I wouldn't do anything that stupid.

"Besides," she told me, "Alice would have seen you going anyway." She always found it hilarious that Alice would thwart me when we were battling against each other. Her last words were the only thing that I ever thought of anymore. There was nothing she could do or say that would help. She could do anything. She was gone and it was my entire fault.

Alice and the others constantly told me that I shouldn't dwell in the past. That was the only thing that they could say to me. They could exactly say, "Oh, stop belittling yourself, Edward, her death- it wasn't your fault." No, they would never say that to me, because the truth that we all knew was that her dying was completely my fault and that I had gotten myself into this mess. Had I not fallen in love with her she would have never become attached to me, nor I to her.

If I could have just controlled myself, everything would have been exactly the same as always. I couldn't change the past. I couldn't go back in time and fix all of this. The stupid humans still couldn't get it through their thick heads that time travel was all but impossible. Even 85 years after I met her they still believed that there was a way.

For the last seven years I had been dead to the world. For the last seven years thoughts of her had run through my head constantly. For the last seven years all I could feel was the burn of my internal faults.

For the last seven years I haven't been able to say her name.

A/N: okay now for this chapter- please please please give me some reviews. Virtual cookies are sent in the mail!!! Seriously- I'm not afraid of holding chapters hostage.

-Morgan Brooke