Okay, I know that I haven't finished 'On My Own' yet but this idea popped into my head and I had to see it through. Anyone who is reading 'On My Own' and thinking about firebombing me for starting another story, I understand and I promise you that I haven't given up on it. This one is going to be a bit more angsty and completely different than my other story. Apparently I like the angst! Anyway, give it a chance and let me know what you think, okay?

Disclaimer: Stephenie Meyer owns all things Twilight.


This is our last goodbye
I hate to feel the love between us die.
But it's over
Just hear this and then I'll go:
You gave me more to live for,
More than you'll ever know.

Well, this is our last embrace,
Must I dream and always see your face?
Why can't we overcome this wall?
Baby, maybe it's just because I didn't know you at all.

Kiss me, please kiss me,
But kiss me out of desire, babe, and not consolation.
Oh, you know it makes me so angry 'cause I know that in time
I'll only make you cry, this is our last goodbye.

Did you say, "No, this can't happen to me?"
And did you rush to the phone to call?
Was there a voice unkind in the back of your mind saying,
"Maybe, you didn't know him at all,
you didn't know him at all,
oh, you didn't know?"

Well, the bells out in the church tower chime,
Burning clues into this heart of mine.
Thinking so hard on her soft eyes, and the memories
Offer signs that it's over, it's over.

Last Goodbye - Jeff Buckley


"We can't keep doing this, Bella!" He yelled, his jade green eyes ablaze, as he grew more furious with every passing second. I could feel the anger rolling off of him in palpable waves, the ripples of his muscled arms prominent under his short-sleeved t-shirt.

"What does that mean, Edward? You say it all the time but you never tell me what you mean," I choked out, trying to hold the tears at bay. They wouldn't do me any good; they'd just smear the mascara that Alice had insisted I had to wear tonight. Edward never seemed to care when I cried nowadays anyway.

We stood side by side, looking out of the window at the city lights below. I fidgeted next to him, moving my engagement ring from side to side, a nervous habit I'd developed in the past month.

Something was off, odd even, with his body posture. On top of his unbelievable anger, visible in his rigid jaw and tensed shoulders, sat some unidentified emotion I'd never seen before, clawing and scratching its way to the surface, begging to be let out. I sniffled, squeezing my eyes shut to stop the onslaught of tears trying to escape from the corners of my eyes. "Please, Edward. Say something," I implored. "Anything."

He let out a heavy sigh as he turned his beautiful face towards my own. His wild, rust-colored hair stuck up in every direction, an organized chaos. But the beauty of his face was tainted with the utter defeat that wracked his amazingly perfect features and the shock of emotions that were written all over his face were enough to break my heart and terrify me all at once.

"You want me to say something, huh? Anything, Isabella?" He asked, his voice cracking towards the end of my name. I nodded my head minutely, too scared to add anything of real value to the conversation after hearing his reaction to my simple request.

After another minute or so of silence, I managed to squeak out another weak, "Please, baby, anything." I begged and pleaded with my eyes as well for him to make the hurt go away, make all these months of fighting and suffering end so that we could go back to the way we were before.

But with five simple words, he tore all that hope down.

Five words caused the demise of a relationship five years in the making.

Five words tore my heart in two.

"I cheated on you, Bella."


::Hiding from torch-carrying Edward lovers:: Please don't kill me just yet. You know I'm an avid Edward/Bella shipper so give this a chance, okay? Push that button to review, even if you're telling me how much you hate me! Thanks!