"What we call the beginning is often the end. And to make an end is to make a beginning. The end is where we start from."

T.S. Eliot

Then Jasper stormed in. He was different. For the first time since I knew him, since he was like five, he looked like he was truly furious. Livid without even the slightest hint of the jovial, uninhibited air he always exuded. It didn't faze me like it would have once. I knew that it was all my fault and that all I was getting what was coming to me.

The reason he was here, like this is that probably Bella has spilled the beans on one or possibly all of the following:

1. That when she told me she was willing to change her college of choice for us to stay together after high school, I told her that I never really loved her or had any real feelings for her in general during the year we dated

2. That I right after I told her this I also informed her I slept with Rosalie the night before

3. That it was my fault that Rosalie got hold of her diary

4. That these events combined led her to terminate a pregnancy a month later

I know all of these sound horrible, and you think I'm an asshole and I will admit, they actually are and I am. But before you go on and judge me – which you probably have already done – think of the most horrible, evil, downright vile thing you have ever done to those you loved, even if – especially if – they didn't know about it. Would you still be able to cast the first stone?

I know you probably won't believe me when I say this, but all the while, I did have the best intentions and I did want her to be happy.

I assumed this would hurt me more than her.

I just never thought it would end like this.