I sunk gracefully down into a chair by the fireplace.

"Why are you here?" I asked; weary.

"I missed you" Was his only reply.

"I'm not stupid, Jasper." I sighed. "That's not the reason you're here."

He opened and closed his mouth a few times. 'He looked horrible,' I thought finally taking him in. His beautiful gold hair was too messy and he looked as if he hadn't changed his clothes in weeks. And yet he still looked gorgeous.

Finally he said "I need your help."

"And why should I help you?" I snapped. He looked at me, pain filling his gold eyes- so close to Edward's own.

"Alice left me."

2 years before.

"Come for a walk with me," he suggested in an unemotional voice, taking my hand.

I didn't answer. I couldn't think of a way to protest, but I instantly knew that I wanted to. I didn't like this. 'This is bad, this is very bad,' the voice in my head repeated again and again.

But he didn't wait for an answer. He pulled me along toward the east side of the yard, where the forest encroached. I followed unwillingly, trying to thick through the panic. It was what I wanted, I reminded myself. The chance to talk it all through. So why was the panic choking me?

We'd gone only a few steps into the trees when he stopped. We were barled on the trail - I could still see the house.

Some walk.

Edward leaned against a tree and stared at me, his expression unreadable. "Okay, let's talk," I said. It sounded braver than it felt. He took a deep breath. "Bella, we're leaving." I took a deep breath, too. This was an acceptable option. I thought I was prepared. But I still had to ask. "Why now? Another year¬" "Bella, it's time. How much longer could we stay in Forks, after all? Carlisle can barely pass for thirty, and he's claiming thirty-three now. We'd have to start over soon regardless." His answer confused me. I thought the point of leaving was to let his family live in peace. Why did we have to leave if they were going? I stared at him, trying to understand what he meant. He stared back coldly. With a roll of nausea, I realized I'd misunderstood. "When you say we¬," I whispered. "I mean my family and myself." Each word separate and distinct.

I shook my head back and forth mechanically, trying to clear it. He waited without any sign of impatience. It took a few minutes before I could speak. "Okay," I said. "I'll come with you." "You can't, Bella. Where we're going... It's not the right place for you." "Where you are is the right place for me."

"I'm no good for you, Bella." "Don't be ridiculous." I wanted to sound angry, but it just sounded like I was begging. "You're the very best part of my life." "My world is not for you," he said grimly. "What happened with Jasper¬ that was nothing, Edward! Nothing!" "You're right," he agreed. "It was exactly what was to be expected." "You promised! In Phoenix, you promised that you would stay¬" "As long as that was best for you," he interrupted to correct me. "No! This is about my soul, isn't it?" I shouted, furious, the words exploding out of me¬ somehow it still sounded like a plea. "Carlisle told me about that, and I don't care, Edward. I don't care! You can have my soul. I don't want it without you¬ It's yours already!" He took a deep breath and stared, unseeingly, at the ground for a long moment. His mouth twisted the tiniest bit. When he finally looked up, his eyes were different, harder¬ like the liquid gold had frozen solid. "Bella, I don't want you to come with me." He spoke the words slowly and precisely, his cold eyes on my face, watching as I absorbed what he was really saying. There was a pause as I repeated the words in my head a few times, sifting through them for their real intent. "You... don't... want me?" I tried out the words, confused by the way they sounded, placed in that order. "No." I stared, uncomprehending, into his eyes. He stared back without apology. His eyes were like topaz- hard and clear and very deep. I felt like I could see into them for miles and miles, yet nowhere in their bottomless depths could I see a contradiction to the word he'd spoken. "Well, that changes things." I was surprised by how calm and reasonable my voice sounded. It must be because I was so numb. I couldn't realize what he was telling me. It still didn't make any sense. He looked away into the trees as he spoke again. "Of course, I'll always lo-"

"Don't." I said, as cold and distant as him now.

He looked back at me in shock-well great, now there's an emotion.

"You're right. You're world," I twisted the word to make it sound like it burned me- which truthfully it did, "is not right for me. Nor are you right for my world"

He continued to stare at me in shock. Neither of us said anything for a minute- then I realized it. I was probably just another toy.

"So was I a toy, Edward?" I asked my voice an emotionless whisper in the dark. I looked into his eyes and it looked like he was having an inner conflict within himself.

"I deserve the truth, Edward," I said sharply. He seemed to figure it out- good for him.

"Yes."

I looked away nodding my head slowly.

"Your family two?" He didn't reply.

"Edward?" I asked, slowly, with caution.

"Yes, Bella?" he asked, eager, I only raised an eyebrow. He returned to distant, quickly.

"Will you promise me one thing?"

"Maybe"

"Don't repeat this." He looked at me in confusion.

"No one deserves to experience this pain, this hurt." I said and let my face crumble.

"Oh Bella." He sighed, and cupped my face in his hands the kissed my forehead. "I'll promise if you promise me one thing in return. Don't do anything reckless or stupid."

"Maybe." I stated and turned away.

"Bella." He called.

He smiled gently. "Don't worry. You're human-your memory is no more than a sieve. Time heals all wounds for your kind."

I then said something I never thought I'd say to anyone- especially not him.

"Fuck you, Edward Masen."

He froze, then quickly smirked. "Goodbye to you, too, Isabella Swan." He then tucked my hair behind my ear, I leaned into his palm, and he cupped my cheek. I felt my eyes close- then there was a unnatural breeze, and when I opened my eyes, he was gone.

"Goodbye" I whispered in the breeze, not sure whether or not he'd hear me.