Hey guuys! Sorry it took so long for me to update, I'm still considering doing some other stories, which will both be crossovers, but I hope you liked that last chapter, because I worked really hard on it. And i'm trying to work some action into the story, but that's going to be very hard as the plot hasn't really unfolded. It's not quite there yet. But, I think this chapter is gonna really move things along for the story. But who knows, as I haven't really even begun to start writing it:P

So...enjoy

Bella's POV

When I opened the box, I almost had a heart attack.

In it were all of my physical reminders of Edward and his family. The CD that held all of his beautiful piano compositions on it. The pictures from after my fateful eighteenth birthday. It was all there. He hadn't taken everything. In fact, he hadn't taken anything at all, it was all here!

What did this mean? He had said, "It will be as if we never existed" But even now he had gone back on his promise. He had gone back on his promise the moment he made it. It was just that I was only now noticing it. It was a moot point.

The pictures and CD were calling my name. I knew that I really shouldn't. I had already put myself through enough pain today, and that was just caused Debussy, which was nothing but a common interest. What would happen if I listened to the music that had once lulled me to sleep with a smile on my face.

I had to. I just had to. I had to make sure that this past year hadn't been a figment of my imagination, that they were real.

I pulled the small stack of pictures out and looked at them as shocked washed through my entire body. I looked at how paifully beautiful his face, no, his entire being was. I had forgotten all of the important, god-like features of his perfect face. I took a moment to memorize ever line and and angle of his face, knowing full well that my imperfect human memory would forget all of the details.

It hurt, doing this. But not as much as it did to look at myself standing beside him. The look on his face in these pictures showed how he had been reserved that night. He was wallowing then. I could still remember that night as if it was yesterday.

It was the day after my birthday, and Edward was still wallowing in remorse from what had happened the night before.

Charlie, Edward, and I were sitting in the living room of my house. We had ordered in for pizza, but, as always, Edward wasn't eating.

I was panicking big time. I had this feeling that everything, every perfect thing about my life in the moment, was going to be over soon. Desperately wanting to savor this time in my life, I excused myself and rushed upstairs to grab my camera and start taking up some room on the memory card.

It was just light enough for me to be able to take some pictures outside. I took some quick shots of my ancient truck, the woods around the house and walked to the end of the driveway and took a picture of the house.

I made my way back inside to get some more pictures of more important things. I asked Charlie to take a couple pictures of Edward and I. When he put his arm around me, it was in a very casual way, and that worried me. It was more like he was taking pictures with a friend than with somebody he claimed he wanted to spend the rest of eternity with. After taking two or three pictures of Edward and I, Charlie tossed the camera back. He shoud have known better, because as I attempted to catch the camera, it glanced off my finger and Edward, with his inhuman reflexes, caught it right before it hit the floor.

Edward suggested that he take a few pictures of Charlie and I, and no matter how reluctant Charlie was, I agreed to it. Standing across the room from him, I could see the distant and remorseful look in his eyes.

I stopped myself from remembering anything more. I was done with this.

I still loved Edward, there was no doubt about that, but now that I had been hanging out with Jacob, now that I had had a taste of what it was like to be happy again, even if it was just a glimpse, I craved it. I was tired of laying around being worthless. This, this depression that had been eating away at me was getting older by the minute. So I was going to do something about it. Instead of just sitting around feeling sorry for myself, I was going to actually try to get over them. A part of me didn't want to, but the bigger part of me, the part that loved Jake, the wreckless, natural, care-free Bella wanted desperately to. I was sick of being pathetic. I was eighteen years old, for Christ sake! These were supposed to be the best days of my life. I was supposed to be spending these days enjoying life and being with my friends.

Now, for me, being happy didn't involve going to parties, and being crazy out-going, but it meant spending time with my friends, and doing simple things such as readingoutside on the rare days when the sun was out and there wasn't a cloud in sight. And believe me, those days were rare. And since Jacob had decided that he would be and ignore me for basically the last month, I would have to suck it up and do it without his help.

On impulse, without a thought in my head, I raced downstairs and turned on the gas fireplace in the living room. We never really used the fireplace, and I hadn't really ever thought a thing about it, but now all of a sudden I was glad it was here. When the fire had gotten big enough, I threw everything in that box, including the box into the fire. Then the thought processes began to fight their way back into my head.

What was I doing?! A cry escaped my lips as I realized what I was doing and turned off the gas. The pictures and CD that were on fire didn't go out immediately. I waited impatiently for the fire to go out, and by the time that happened, the pictures were unrecognizable, and the CD and it's case just a mutilated piece of plastic. I regretted what I had done greatly. These were treasures that I had savored just a few moments ago, and now I was sitting here staring at them, and there would be no way that I would get them back.

At the moment, it felt like a weight had been lifted off of my shoulders, but at the same time, I felt like that hole in my heart had gotten a little bit bigger and a little bit deeper.

After I had another emotional breakdown that lasted for hours, I looked at the time and realized that it was four in the morning, and that I had been up for almost twenty hours straight. Another wave of exhaustion hit me, and hard.

Walking into my bedroom, I saw the hole in the middle of my floor that was about a foot wide both ways, and started to get worried about how I was going to get that taken care of. I figured that since Charlie wasn't going to come home until late tonight possible early tomorrow, that I would sleep on it and then figure out a way to cover it up. But once my head hit the pillow, all of my problems and worries disappeared for the moment and I sunk into a dreamless sleep. A sleep that I had needed for a long time now.

I woke up at around twelve in the afternoon to a pounding headache, but that was probably from all of the crying I had done in the past twelve hours, so I took some painkillers and took a shower. Coming back from the bathroom, I tried to make sure that I didn't fall in the hole I had made that night--or morning, whatever. Key word being try. I still fell in the hole. Cursing under my breath, I got dressed and sat down on my bed looking at the hole and thinking of things that I could do to fix or at least cover up the hole in the middle of my floor in the short amount of time I had.

As much as I hated to, I decided that the best thing to do would be to call Jacob.

When I called, Jacob answered, and he was sounding so much better, so I figured he would have no problem coming out here.

When I asked him if he could come out here and help me out, he said that he was just getting up, and that I should call back in and hour or two.

The next two hours had to have been the longest two hours of my life.

I dialed their number, and Billy picked up this time.

"Hey Bells, how are ya?" He sounded sincere enought, but with the way he had been acting lately, I couldn't be so sure.

"I'm good, can I speak to Jacob?"

"I'm sorry Bella, but he's been out with some friends, do you think I could have him call you later?"

"No, don't worry about it...Thanks Billy." Okay, this was just getting ridiculous.

"Okay, I'll talk to ya later."

"Yeah, bye," I said curtly. I didn't even wait to hear Billy's response before I hung up the phone

I was going to get some answers from somebody one way or another.

I threw my hair into a messy ponytail, put my cell phone and a few other things in a bag, got in my truck and headed over to La Push. I would find out what was up with the Black's if I had to sit there and wait all day long. When I pulled into the gravel drive way, Billy rolled out onto the small front porch with a curious look on his face.

I rolled down my window and told him that I was just waiting for Jacob, and he just nodded and reluctantly rolled back into the house, telling me that I could come in if I needed anything. Now that I was there, sitting in the driveway, I wasn't so sure about my plans. What would he think if he came home and saw the girl that he ditched sitting there waiting for him in the driveway like some kind of creeper?

Hey, I'm sorry I didn't get a Jacob's POV in here, but I was just so anxious to get this update to ya'll that I hoped this long Bella POV would make up for it;) aaand if not, then you'll deal. But, I'm not quite happy with this, there's something missing, i can't quite place my fingers on it. I think my timeline is way off or fuzzy for the entire story. But idk, i'll figure something out soon guys, I promise. and I know there's not much action going on, but bear with me guys, I'm really trying to hurry up and get there.

You people are slackin' on the reviews. not cool. if you don't start reviewing more often, im gonna have to turn into one of those stingy writers that won't update 'till I get a certain amount of reviews. You don't want that to happen, do you?

Plus, I think all my chapters are going to be around at least three thousand words from now on, i'm liking the whole idea of long chapterss.

BUT I'm rambling now, and i'm gonna goo, and thank you MaryAliceCullen10566, you totally mad my day with you're review. We need more readers like her in the world...

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