I heard his voice, and I wanted to go to him, to talk to him, to let him know how I felt. I wanted to throw my arms around his neck and kiss him and never leave his side again.

But I couldn't.

"Bella? Is that you?"

I nodded, and instantly Edward was kneeling in front of me.

"Oh, Bella," he moaned as he took my hands in his. "Are you okay? Are you hurt? Did I do something wrong? What's the matter? Why did you leave? Why did you ask me to come here?"

My mind raced, and I didn't answer as I thought.

"Bella?" Edward asked, pulling me from my thoughts.

"Yes," I said.

"Yes what?" He asked. Hope filled his voice as he added, "Yes, you are okay?"

"Yes, you did something wrong," I corrected him. "No, I'm not hurt, and if you want to know what you did wrong, then you obviously didn't love me as much as I thought you did. But that doesn't matter. I don't love you. And I never will. So you can leave me alone and never talk to me again."

I stood from the bench I was sitting on, tore my hands from his grip, and started to walk away, leaving him stunned and motionless behind me. My heart was breaking as I left him there, but I had no choice.

Someone would pay for this. But exactly how I didn't know.