Disclaimer: I take no credit in the characters within this story, those are the sole work of Mrs. Stephenie Meyer. I do, however, take credit for the specific, new traits I gave them and am quite proud of them.

AN: so, most of you misunderstood why I was saying don't hate me…. But I think this will make it clear… I hope all that said they didn't will still feel that way…. I'm not kidding when I say KEEP READING guys… it will all be worth it and lead to those scenes that we all crave ; ) just…. Keep reading!

Another super short one!

BPOV

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There was an odd sound when I woke up, something over the roar of the river outside. I opened my eyes slowly, squinting out the window of my bedroom into the sun, which was pointed directly into my face. I closed my eyes quickly and tried to role over. That was when I noticed the arm draped across my stomach; the warm body to my back. Last night came back in a flash, making my stomach clench, making my eyes water. He had all but told me that he loved me. Of course, he had also said something, could remember his voice right before I fell over the edge into my unconscious bliss… but what was it. I focused, trying to remember.

"I will never do this to you again Bella. Even if it kills me. You will not shed another tear for me," his voice echoes through my mind, bearing the ominous tone that brought butterflies to my stomach. I smothered them quickly, pushing the thoughts away.

I rolled over in his arms slowly, looking into his sleeping face, so peaceful and angelic in itself. I closed my eyes and relaxed closer to him, snuggling my body right against his. He shifted, tightening his arm around me, but not waking fully. I closed my eyes again, completely comfortable in my spot. But he butterflies came back, followed by a nasty bit of acid. There was something going on behind those eyes that I loved so much, in that amazing mind, and I wasn't going to like it. My last thought before I drifted back off was that he would be gone considerably faster than he came.

--EPOV

There was a light breath on neck, warm and soft, making me shiver. That was what woke me, I'm sure, but it was the softer, warmer curves pushed to mine that made me open my eyes. The first thing I saw was the soft, golden brown hair spread across the pillow in front of me. Bella's hair. It took me a minute to connect anything else together, but I figured pretty quickly that she was pushed against me, cuddled to my chest, her head under my chin, my arms wrapped tightly around her. My lips pulled up into a grin as I tightened my grip for a minute and kissed the top of her head.

My eyes went to the window, the sun just out of sight, but the light streaming through, warming my face. I turned to look at the alarm clock on her bedside table. Nine. I smiled again and settled back into the pillow, holding her close.

"Edward." She whispered into my neck.

"Yes?" I asked, not realizing she was awake. She didn't reply. I tilted my head back a little to see that she still had her eyes closed, her face soft and relaxed. She was still asleep.

When I tucked her back into my neck she said it again. "Edward."

I smiled to myself.

But she continued, "Don't leave."

My body stiffened as I searched for her reason for saying that. Then last night flooded my mind. Her on the floor, watching me, misunderstanding. How much I had hurt her. My plan for the day, the only way to never hurt her again. I had lied last night, if she felt anything for me, anything close to what I did, she would cry one more time, but then never again. For her to cry once was nothing to what I could see happening to her if she stayed with me. The first night I had her she cried, what would happen if I kept her? No. I wouldn't hurt her. And the only way to do that was to say goodbye. I felt my heart sink, my stomach sink. I would never be whole, but I wasn't the one who mattered. Bella would find someone who was right for her, someone who would take care of her, who would love her forever and never ever hurt her like I would.

"I have to," I whispered to her.

"No." she mumbled into me, tightening her grip. "No you don't."

"Bella, I love you. That's why I'm letting go. I don't want to make you cry like I did last night ever again."

She mumbled something quietly into my neck, but it was incoherent. I tightened my grip on her and she stirred. I felt the minute she was awake because she went stiff. I took a deep breath and pulled back. Her eyes met mine and I saw her anger. "Edward, don't."

Did she remember? I spoke, but my throat constricted around the words, making them choked "Don't what?"

Her eyes squinted a little. "You know what. I know what you are going to do. Don't."

I shook my head and looked away, not wanting to see the anger, the hurt. "I have to Bells."

"You do not! You think your doing this for me? Well your not. Your being selfish and doing it for yourself." She spit the words, pulling away from my arms. "You've never been the selfish kind."

I've always been selfish, Bella. "I'm not doing it for myself. It's better for you. You deserve more."

"No, you deserve more!" she hissed, shaking her head. "And I understand that. I really do. But if you insist on leaving, at least do it because of that! Don't say its because its better for me. The only thing that is right for me in my mind is you."

My heart began to pound as I watched her eyes go red and a single tear fall, "Bella, don't cry. That's not what I want. I don't want you to cry, that is the point. A single tear shed for me is more than should be"

"Too late for that Edward. I have cried more for you than anyone else," her voice was a barbed whisper, tearing my skin as she pushed herself further away and stood. "But why not just add to the buckets? If your so determined, if you insist on leaving, then go. Make it like a band-aid. Just know that I am not falling for the lie that this is for me. This is far from what is good for me, this is what is good for you." She slammed the bathroom door and I looked at it, shocked.

It took me a minute to stand and walk to it, knocking lightly. "Bella…"

"No!" she shouted. "If you are going to go, then do it now!"

There was not a single tear in her voice, just anger. None of what I heard last night, simple hate. I took a deep breath and laid my head against the wood. "What you call a lie is the only truth Bella. Do you know how much this hurts me?"

The door flew open making me almost fall in. She was standing there, her skirt still on, her shirt pulled to an awkward angle. "And that's the point isn't it! That's what you call the truth? Think about what you just said Edward." Her voice had enough venom to kill "'hurts me'. Selfish. What your saying is that this is about saving ME pain, but you talk about yourself as a guilt!"

Her hair was a mess around her head, making me remember waking up with her last time. Her eyes shot fire, melting me in my very place. Her lips were twisted into an angry frown as she said the words. Her anger was reflected again in her body language, the hard stance she had, her heavy breathing. So unbelievably deadly and sexy, so unbelievably unnerving. I took a step toward her, trying to search for words that wouldn't anger her, that would make her understand, but she just took a step back.

"No Edward! I don't want to hear it! If you want to be selfish and cruel, then go! I don't care what you have to say!" she slammed the door in my face.

I stood there for a moment, took a deep breath and stepped away from the door, trying to find my bearings. Slowly I left the room, walking toward mine. Rose was standing in the hall, staring at me, Alice opened her door and looked out.

'Edward, what's happening?" I shook my head and went to my room, not sure what to do. Alice followed me. I closed the door and she sat down on my bed. "Edward, what is going on?"

"I'm leaving Alice. I have to…"

"You WHAT?" she snapped, hopping back to her feet. "You can't! You'll kill her! Don't you understand that?"

"She wants me to leave…" I grabbed my bag from the closet and went to the dresser.

"She told you to leave?" Alice seemed doubtful. "Just, told you to get out of her house?"

"Not exactly…" I opened the top drawer and pulled out my shirts. "She knew that I was thinking about leaving. I don't want to hurt her again. Ever. I just… I want her to be happy without getting hurt."

"And what do you think your doing to her now huh? She maybe be angry at the moment but what do you think will happen to her when you walk out the door. She's going to be ten times more hurt than she ever would be if you stayed. I… can't believe you would do that to her."

My heart cracked a little. "Alice I'm not trying to do this to her, I'm trying to do it for her. She deserves someone who won't hurt her, who will do nothing but make her happy."

Alice nodded. "Yeah, she does. But guess what; she WANTS you. That's all she's wanted. Do you know how happy she has been since you came here? You didn't' see her before, when you guys were apart, just like she didn't see you. You were both miserable! And now your doing it to yourselves again. And why? Because you are scared of what you feel."

I stopped and looked at her. "No Alice, I know what I feel. I've felt it for long enough to cope. What I'm scared of is hurting her. I'm scared of losing her because of some stupid misunderstanding we have."

"And what is this Edward? How is this any more than some stupid misunderstanding, huh?" she was angry.

"Alice, she wants me to go. I'm going."

--BPOV

I could hear Edward and Alice arguing through my bathroom wall, making me angrier. She was trying to tell him to stay, trying to make him. No. I didn't want that. I wanted him to leave. That was the only way for him to get what he really deserved. He would never find the amazing girl who deserved him, who he was meant to have, as long as he was with me. He would never be really happy as long as he was here. Even if that's not how he saw it, I knew it was the truth. So, that meant I had to let him go. I took a deep breath and stepped out of my bathroom and strode across my to the door. Rose was standing in the hall looking lost, Jasper was standing by here with the same expression. Both pairs of eyes turned to me.

"Bella, what's going on?"

I smiled at her and shook my head. "Nothing."

Her eyebrows pulled together and she met her brother's eyes. I smiled again and knocked on Edward's door. Alice wrenched the door open. Her eyes went wide when she saw me. "Bella?"

"Come with me Alice," I said, reaching out my hand. She took it, glancing back at her brother who was just about to put another stack of clothes in his suitcase. I smiled at him and waved, but inside my heart tore even more, my stomach flopped. And I died a bit.