Edward’s POV

5 months, 14 days, 4 hours, 32 minutes and 54 seconds. That’s how long it’s been since I have seen my Bella. I pictured her beautiful face, with that smile I loved, and a blush spreading across her cheeks.  I pictured her smiling up to me as we danced at prom last year, I saw her open her eyes in the morning and smile as she saw me there, watching her. I remembered how beautiful she looked with the sun shinning in her hair while we lay in our meadow. I remembered how she wasn’t afraid of me, how she was never afraid of me, never afraid of my family. Most importantly I remembered how she had loved me. How she trusted me and how I let her down. I had hurt her. I let her be close to me, let her love me, let myself love her. I knew it was dangerous, I knew she could get hurt. And I knew that if I didn’t end it soon we would both get hurt. The thing is I didn’t end it when I should have. Instead I had to be the selfish monster I was trying to not be. So instead of leaving I stayed. Staying was a bad idea. I should have left when I had the chance, then neither of us would have gotten hurt, then I would be able to trust that she was going to move on with her life. And I would know she would never have gotten caught up in the world of vampires. I hated myself for it, for everything I have done to hurt her. I even hated myself for leaving her though I knew it was for the best…

My phone rang suddenly interrupting my thoughts. I took one look at the caller id and tossed it back to where it lay on the floor. Rosalie. I was a little surprised she was calling me, I hadn’t heard from anyone in a few days, but I hadn’t heard from her in a few weeks. Whatever. She was probably just calling to complain about how everyone is sad and won’t pay her any attention cause their all too busy moping around. Well, that’s how the last two calls were about anyways. A few minutes later, the phone rang again. I didn’t have to look to know who it was. I leaned back into the wall and closed my eyes. I tried concentrating on memories of Bella. The phone rang a third time. I reached over and picked up the phone. I looked at the caller id and saw it was Rosalie again. It must be important if she was calling three times. She never called three times; she always got too impatient to bother again.