Bella's breath caught in her throat the moment she heard that beautiful voice, her eyes darting up to his, brown meeting the most beautiful emerald green. She remembered those eyes well, but seeing them in person now was so much more painful than they were in her memories. She dropped her head quickly, her eyes welling up; the pain in her chest more evident than it had been for years. More painful than it was when she spent the day with the rest of the Cullen's.

"Bella…" he repeated, noticing the girl at the table trying to avoid his harsh gaze. She couldn't think of a word to say, couldn't find a greeting appropriate. She was completely speechless. Her eyes made their way up the man in front of her, his body longer, more muscular than it had been all those years ago. He wore simple jeans and a white button up, the sleeves rolled to his elbows. He was breath taking.

Their eyes connected again, his heart pounded in his chest, breaths coming shallow and painful. He barely recognized the woman before him. Her normally long, dark curls, were short and pulled into a ponytail high on her head. Those pink full lips that he loved to taste now a chapped, worn frown. Her expressive, doe brown eyes, sad, having a look to them that he could only describe as broken. There was no way in hell that this was his Bella.

"Hi." She muttered, and the air hitched in his throat. Her voice was exactly the same. But this couldn't be her. This thin, frail, thing, before him could not be the girl who broke him. She looked as if she couldn't even break a pencil. He nodded his head, and before he could think about it, he walked off, straight out the restaurant and to his car.

"There's just no fucking way." He whispered to himself as he drove...anywhere. He had no idea where he was going, but he was not looking back. He banged his fists against the steering wheel while stuck at a red light. "That wasn't her. There's no fucking way." His knee bounced up and down, his phone vibrating incessantly in his pants pocket. Not only did he refuse to believe that, that…woman was actually Bella, but he refused to believe that talking with someone with a voice similar to hers could anger him this much. "And with fucking Jacob Black! Of course she's with him…that dog…his probably basking in the glory of his win." He sped away from the light, toward dark unmarked roads. Something in his subconscious had brought him here, and his was pissed that he had just figured it out. If he were to get out and walk, take a detour into the woods, he'd end up in a beautiful meadow. His meadow, their meadow. He rolled his eyes, banging the steering wheel a couple more times. "There's just no fucking way!"

Bella's heart pounded abnormally hard. She pressed hard on her chest to try and hold her heart inside, afraid that in her panic she would somehow lose it She felt like she was hyperventilating. She had seen him, actually seen him. The warmth from his body was right next to hers, and she could feel it; the tiny current buzzing between them, trying to bring them closer. This wasn't a picture, this wasn't her mind, he was there, standing beside her. She gripped her armrests, knuckles turning white, wondering how she was supposed to walk down the aisle with him at Alice's wedding. She couldn't do it. Her eyes darted around the room, in search of where he had gone, where he had come from. Her frantic eyes met the familiar, ever worried eyes that she instinctively knew to be Carlisle's and he nodded toward her before getting up from his family and walking toward the table. Up close his eyes were more than worried, they were sad, dull, they held a secret, and when he got beside the table and knelt beside her, checking the pounding pulse in her wrist, she wondered why she ever put the pressure of the promise on him.

Carlisle acknowledged everyone at the table before turning back to Bella, a small, forced smile on his lips. "You're having a panic attack, Bella." He rubbed soothing circles on her back, trying to calm her, "I need you to breathe slowly and deeply." Jacob moved his hand to the top of Bella's, and she gripped it tightly, movements that Carlisle knew would anger his son. If there was any reason behind Edward's behavior tonight, it was caused by seeing the two of them together.

Bella slowly calmed, reassured everyone at the table that she was fine, and then turned back to Carlisle. "Can I talk to you for a minute?" He nodded agreement and they excused themselves from the group. He followed Bella to an empty section of the restaurant. He sighed heavily, eyes downcast, having no idea how to begin talking.

"I'm so sorry." Her apology was quiet, her arms crossed protectively in front of her chest, as if she were trying to hold herself together. "I'm so sorry."

He could tell that she was crying, the tremble in her voice made that very clear. His eyes travelled from her feet to her face, the doctor in him searching for signs of improvement, but he didn't see any. When Bella made the choice to not go further with treatment, he knew she was giving up, knew she was through with living, and not just in the literal sense. She stopped going out, stopped coming over, just stopped, and that itself was taking a large toll on her.

"I never should have put this on you. Never." She leaned forward, throwing her arms around his neck, her sobs quieted by the fabric of his blue button up. If Carlisle was speechless before, he didn't know what to call his state at the moment. "I know what I have to do." She pulled away, looking straight into his eyes, determined. "I have to tell the truth."

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