A/N: Not sure if I should even bother apoligizing for this one. Two years. God dammit Haley, pay attention. You know some of my stories havent been updated in 3 years? 3. Years. 3 YEARS. God I hate myself. Okay. Imma stop rambling. Youve waited more than a year for this shit. Goddammit yhall im sorry.

I smile brightly. I had done it. My goal weight. Sure it wasn't the healthiest weight but.. I turn, staring at my pale body. My smile fades. Stretch marks marred the surface of my stomach, my thighs. From the fat.. the fat I let myself attain as I let myself go. But not anymore. For now the stretch marks could wait. I have a new goal weight and then Ill stop. Ill get scar cream. Ill be me again, even better. Worthy of Edward. I was almost there.

I run my finger over the ridges of my ribs and force myself to smile again. Ive got this. I turn away, sighing. I need to get dressed. Edward could be here any minute and I wasn't sure how he'd react to my new body, If he'd try to stop me. Or if he'd be disgusted. What if I'm still fatter than I think? What if I'm wrong?

Shaking off those thoughts, I dress in one of Edward's tshirts and some pajama pants. While they were ones I owned before Edward left and I gained all the weight, they still hung loose. Edwards shirts finally fit again as well. Fit was a bit of a stretch considering it hung close to my knees.

I brush my teeth and climb into my bed, snuggling under the covers. Within minutes just as expected, an even paler figure than myself joins me.

"Hello my Bella," he kisseds my forehead. " Hello my Edward," I grin. "You seem in a good mood?" He raises his eyebrows. I shrug. "Am I not allowed to be happy?" Edward nuzzles my neck as he pulls me closer, a sheet between us to keep my skin from his own icy cold skin. Not that I minded much. The closer to Edward the better. "Not only are you allowed," He kisses her neck gently, carefully. "I will spend every day of your life making sure that's how you feel."

I smile, though the 'your life' part kinda put a damper on my mood. As in I'd die and he would still be here, thriving and moving on. Forgetting me, no matter how skinny I got. I shook my head quickly, leaning down to pull his lips to mine to rid me of the thoughts. "With you, I don't see how I could ever not be happy." His expression changes for a split second. It confused me, but as quickly as it was there it was gone.

I feel his fingers, tracing my collar bone. The bone sharp and sticking out, I flinch back a little. "What's wrong?" He asks. Not in a familiar tone though. It lacked emotion, lacked the concern that usually accompianied this question. "Nothing," I say, my voice shaking slightly. "Mhm," His golden eyes were far off. "Are you?" I run my finger over the defined line of his jaw, shivering at the cold. "I would be." "If?" I question. "If.. I just.. I love you so much," He sightly changes the subject, brushing my hair out of my face. "I love you too," I say back, leaning into his touch.

I watch him concerned. "Get some sleep," Edward finally whispers. I nod, not feeling like argueing like I usually would. "Stay?" I ask hopefully, curling into his side. "Of course," He wraps his arms around my waist. It felt different though, to gentle, as if he thought I was even more breakable than usual. "I love you," I mumble one more time. In response, he just kisses my head, rubbing my back as he becomes lost in thought.

The next morning, I awaken to Edward shaking me slightly. "Time to get up love." I frown, burying my face in his neck. "It's Saturday," I mutter. "You need some breakfast and it's eleven." "It's the weekend," I repeat, just turning away from him. I was so tired. I had been a lot lately, almost not getting up for school on several occasions. Plus, as he pointed out, it was breakfast time and I couldn't afford it this morning. Not having finally met my first goal weight.

"Bella, please," he sighs. "You can't sleep this much, it's not healthy." I mutter some choice words, not pleased with his continued talking, wanting to drift back off to sleep. He seemed taken aback because he didnt speak for a few moments. I feel him place me softly on the pillow and then as his weight shifts off the bed when he stands.

"One more hour. I'm going to make some lunch." I don't respond, pretending I was already asleep. Oh well, at least I could sleep a little longer and got out of one meal. I could always pick at my food. He couldn't force me to eat all of it, could he?

As promised, I was woken once again an hour later. Still groggy I get up, not bothering to change out of my pajamas, brushing my teeth and my hair slowly as I tried to avoid the inevitable.

I joined Edward downstair ten minutes later, the scent of what smelled like alfredo filling my nose. I frown, why did he have to go through so much trouble?

Edward sat at the table in Charlie's usual spot. Across from him was a monstorus plate of alfredo just as she thought, piled higher than could possibly be okay. Once upon a time, it was my usual serving size. I hadnt eaten that much in awhile though. My stomach twist.

I sit in the seat, and I must have been making a face because Edward leaned forward, eyebrows furrowed. "Does it look okay?" He asks, worried he messed it up. I shake my head, smiling weakly. "No. It looks wonderful. Thank you," I kiss him quickly.

"So what's the plans today?" I ask after a few minutes of him watching me play with my food, occasionally sticking a noodle in my mouth, trying to break the silence and distract him a little. "I dont know," he says surprised. "What do you wanna do?" I shrug. "I'm fine with staying here and watching a movie." He scrunches up his nose adorably. "I don't feel like watching The Breakfast Club again." I laugh. "Any better suggestions." "Well," he grins. "We could watch a movie we can't both quote line by line. Or... we could go to the meadow. It's beautiful out today." I nod enthusiastically. That sounded like a good idea. We hadn't been there in a while.

"I like that. Just let me go get dressed." He grabs my wrist. "Nice try, after you finish eating." I narrow my eyes, not liking the way he said 'nice try.' "I didn't say I wouldn't." Edward's own eyes harden a little. "Of course. My bad." I stir the alfredo around a little bit more for a few minutes. "You know Bella," My boyfriend says, sounding increasingly frustrated. "Eating requires putting the food in your mouth."

"I know how to eat," I snap. "Sorry, lately it seems like you forgot," he snaps right back, but seems to regret the words instantly. "Bella I-" "No," I stand, holding up a hand. "Edward just don't." I walk out of the room. "Bella come on," Edward goes to follow me, but I speed up, making it clear I didn't want him to.

I go up to my bathroom, closing the door and sinking to the floor.