A/N: I never write songfics but the second I heard this song I knew I had to write a Twilight fic to it, so here it is. Review, please and thank you.

Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight or anything associated with it and I do not own “Between You and I” by Every Avenue, it belongs to them and them alone.

Made of Stone

Edward’s POV

Would you believe me if I said I was sorry

The question wasn't mean to hurt,

It was just my fear of losing you.

And now you're filling all the space that surrounds you

I'll soon be tucked away underneath your bed

Where you gave yourself to me.

Where I gave myself to you.

Maybe it's all for the best,

But I just don't see any good in this, no.

Maybe we'll find something better

But the lovers that leave us

Will always hold the place

I can still hear her voice, feel her pain, see her face as if it had happened only a moment ago but it’s been months, almost four, to the day. I’ve tried to escape it, escape her, telling myself that it’s the only way she’ll be safe, but it’s been in vain. In my entire existence, I had no idea that I was capable of feeling even half the things I’ve felt in the past year. Of all of those emotions I know this one, this emptiness, this raw pain, is the one I truly am worthy of. I’m worthy because I know no matter how much I’m hurting, it is probably nothing to what I have done to Bella.

I still do not know how I forced myself to say those words so convincingly and keep myself from breaking down right there in front of her, begging her to forget I’d ever said anything, to just be with me.

“You don’t want me?”

“No.”

I still flinch when I think about it and my undead heart in my chest cracks a little bit more with the weight of guilt and grief. I know it’s for the best, I know I am protecting her, but it doesn’t stop the pain. I don’t think anything will, ever.

Alice won’t stop calling, trying to convince me that it wasn’t right, that I shouldn’t fight fate.

I would always reply with a stony, “Mind your own business, Alice, Bella will be fine.”

“You haven’t seen her pain, Edward,” She’d bite back and in my mind, I could picture her pixie like frame glaring at me.

After a few more words I’d hang up, feeling like the world might collapse on top of me, and almost welcoming the thought.

I miss her more than I could ever miss anything in my entire existence.

Maybe it was wrong of me to think I could keep you

And maybe it's the last few drinks

Taking over my mouth and all I've been thinking

I want you to know that I am fine here without you

But I can't bring myself to lie to you.

And since we're being honest, I feel I should tell you

I've been filling up the empty space between you and I

Between you and I, she could never compare to you

Between you and I, I still keep your pictures underneath my bed

Where she gives herself to me.

Where I give myself to you.

Bella’s POV

It’s been four months. Four months without his embrace, his kiss, his presence and I am still shocked at the fact that I’m even functioning. I try to block out the thoughts, the feelings, the memories and just try to breathe, try to live. It seems like breathing in itself has become an everyday chore rather than a natural part of life. Then again life without Edward isn’t natural, it’s wrong.

I try to pull through and put up a façade for Charlie’s sake, but I’m sure my sorry excuse for a physical presence gives me away more than any amount of words could. Some days I think the hole in my chest is going to consume me whole and I’ll cease to exist, cease to breathe. So far that day hasn’t come but I’m still waiting, I’ll always be waiting.

“I’ll always love you…in a way.”

If a knife had stabbed me in the heart it would’ve hurt less than those words.

I bite back more tears that I refuse to let fall while sitting in class as I feel the hole in my chest burn with a pain that I never thought possible.

Maybe it's all for the best,

But I just don't see any good in this, no.

Maybe we'll find something better

But the lovers that leave us

Will always hold the place, oh...

Maybe it's all for the best,

I just don't see any good in this, no.

Maybe we'll find something better

But the lovers that leave us

Will always hold the place

Yeah the lovers that leave us

Will always hold the place

Jacob’s POV

I am proud, I am cocky, I am confident. I am not however, made of stone and Bella Swan just broke me down. Or more like, her bloodsucking boyfriend has, as shameful as that is. I listened as he said that word, that sickening word that crumbled my heart into pieces in my chest: marriage. Bella was going to marry that bloodsucker, that bloodsucker that just recently left her broken on my doorstep. Bella loves me too, damn it. I know it, she knows it and even better, Edward knows it, but it’s not enough.

I can’t stop the howl of raging pain that rips through my chest and out of my throat. I don’t care that it’s so loud the people one county over will hear it and I don’t care that I just let myself be vulnerable to any emotional attack. All I care about is that Bella chose who she wanted and it isn’t me, it’s the creature that hurt her so badly she turned into the living dead, no pun intended.

I briefly wonder if this is what she felt like when it happened to her, like searing knives cutting into your chest aiming for your heart, seeking to destroy it.

I run, I can’t help it. I know Bella will come out of that tent, bursting with apologies, tears and words that she’ll assume are comforting. I wouldn’t be able to handle that. Then I’d have to see him, looking smug knowing that he won. I couldn’t handle that either, at least, not without tearing him to pieces. So I run, not caring that I’m no longer proud, cocky or confident, I’m just broken.

Yeah the lovers that leave us

Will always hold the place

A/N I hope you like it. It’s my first Twilight fic so I hope everyone is in character as much as possible.