Disclaimer: I own nothing. I'm just playing in SM's sandbox. This will be the only disclaimer on the story and applies to every chapter after.


"I was just calling to see how you were doing. You haven't stopped by or called in a few weeks." I heard her sigh. "Edward, I'm worried about you. Things have been so hard recently, and I want you to know that I'm here for you, sweetie." Another pause. Another sigh. "Call me back. Please."

The answering machine clicked when she hung up. I sat and stared at the machine for a long time then got up and deleted the message.

I would have to call her back eventually. I knew that.

Right now, though?

I just wanted to sit in my old recliner and let the silence surround me.

She was gone, and I was the one who forced her away. I didn't tell her to leave or say that I didn't want her anymore. I was just being me, and she couldn't take it anymore.

I couldn't blame her.

Picking up the bottle of whiskey that sat on the floor, I sighed and felt my chest constrict.

I loved her so much, but for some reason, I needed this more.

AN: Like the disclaimer above, this will be the only note on the story. Expect angst and problems. I'm not promising pretty, but I am hoping for it to be real. I'll update twice-a-day.

Thank you to Jen328 for beta'ing and being an amazing help through writing this. Thanks to ladysharkey1 and jadsmama for pre-reading and, along with jessypt, for getting me back into the writing spirit with their writing challenges.