BPOV

"Do you know what's the actual problem?" He said, "You're an insecure, egoistic bitch, and you couldn't handle the fact that I didn't come back to you after we broke up. You didn't like that I didn't beg you to come back, and that made you go crazy! That's the only reason you decided to keep her away from me."

"Shut up!" I shouted.

"Shout as much as you want." He said, "It's not going to change the fact!"

"Fuck off." I said and disconnected the call.

How dare he say that?

He was an asshole!

He didn't want to take responsibility for any of his mistakes!

He just... wanted to blame me!

Why did I ever love him?

I kept fuming with anger for the next hour.

I was so angry that I felt like I could cry.

He called me after some time, but I didn't answer.

What did he want to talk about now?

Was there anything left to say?

Wasn't I the worst person in his eyes?

Why did he want to talk to me then?

But he kept calling me even if I didn't answer.

But finally I gave up.

Maybe it was because I was feeling so lonely!

I wanted to talk to someone.

I wanted to talk to him, even if it was just to fight!

"I'm sorry about that," he said.

That was the last thing I expected him to say.

And that made me cry for some reason.

I wanted to cry out loud, but I didn't.

It would make me look weak, and I didn't want to sound weak.

So I just let the tears roll down my cheeks silently...

"Look... I was just thinking about everything..." he said, "And I realize it now that I had fucked up... I know you came to tell me about it when you found me with... I'm sorry! I shouldn't have... I'm really sorry!"

I didn't say anything. I just kept crying.

"And... Maybe I was indeed an asshole. Maybe I didn't try enough to earn your trust. And I could have easily avoided meeting Irina. It wasn't even important! She wasn't important! I shouldn't have lied to you... I... I..."

No, it wasn't his fault.

And I didn't want him to keep away from his friends.

It's just that...

I cried out loud.

I couldn't stop myself.

I was done being all strong.

I was not strong.

I was probably one of the weakest people in the whole world.

"Bella, please... Please, please, don't cry... I'm so sorry! I'm sorry... I'm an idiot. I shouldn't have said what I said... "

"No, it's..." I tried to say something, but I couldn't.

"Please, please, please don't cry. I'm sorry, baby..."

Baby?

Did he just call me baby?

I cried harder.

"Edward... I'm... I'm sorry." I said.