Short A/N before we get straight to it: SM owns all.


I stand at the kitchen counter before grabbing the loaf of bread that sits next to the toaster. Opening the fridge I pull out all that I will need for my sandwich: turkey, swiss cheese, lettuce and mayonnaise. My arms laden with food I kick the fridge door closed trying not to drop anything. I move towards the island in the middle of the kitchen when I hear the front door slam.

"Hey, I wasn't expecting you home so early." I smile up at Bella my hands busy piecing my sandwich together.

"What are you doing here?" Bella asks, stopping in her tracks. She looks almost angry at me.

"I had a half day at the office." In reality I have come home early to setup a date night for Bella and I. We'd both been busy lately and haven't had much time together.

"Oh." Is all that Bella says before walking towards our bedroom.

"Would you like a sandwich?" I offer, but all I receive is a curt 'no'.

"I'm leaving." Bella says suddenly emerging from our room, her fingers are stark white as she stands clutching her luggage.

"Business trip?" I ask somewhat disappointed but after all of our years together with Bella in a career that requires her to travel I know I will just have to move our evenings plans around for when she gets back.

"No Edward, I'm leaving you."

The entire room is silent except for the loud ticking of the large clock that sits on the wall in the living room. It feels like all of the blood has been emptied from my body. I'm unsure if my heart is even still beating.

"Let's work this out." I plead, my tone bordering on panic.

Bella sighs, pinching the bridge of her nose.

"Edward," she pauses, she sounds beyond exasperated, "I just need some time."

I nod. I'm unsure of what that means, but I am agreeing any way, grasping onto any hope for us. Picking up her bags she heads for the front door. She stops with her hand resting on the knob. My heart beats once, waiting for her to turn around and tell me this was all a sick joke. But my heart stutters before stopping completely once again as I watch her walk out the door.

The ticking of the clock is mocking me while I stand rooted in the same spot, willing her to come back.


It has been three days since Bella left.

Three agonizingly long days.

I haven't so much as heard a word from her. She didn't tell me where she was going. I tried to call her only to find that her phone number has been disconnected. It's almost like she's vanished completely.

Still wearing the same clothes from the day she left, I lay here on the couch, huddled into the soft material. I breathe in and traces of her scent linger. Closing my eyes I pretend she's here. Imagine that this were a week ago; me laying with my head in her lap reading the morning paper. Bella reads a book, running her fingers aimlessly through my hair. My chest clenches and that feeling that all the blood has left my body returns.

Our room calls out to me, taunting me with its barrage of memories. I refuse to go in. Refuse to acknowledge the gaping hole she's left behind after taking all of her things.

I'm acutely aware of a loud banging sound. My mind playing over and over the past few days together. I'm desperately searching for signs that this was coming; signs that I've obviously missed. I find nothing but good memories.

Sure things hadn't been perfect in our relationship, and recently we'd been struggling a bit more than usual. It was nothing we hadn't gone through before, nothing we couldn't tackle again. But I had thought there was time. I thought we had time. It never occurred to me that we might have an expiration date.

"Ed-what the fuck." Emmett's voice says, pulling me back into the present.

But I can't do it, can't bring myself to look at my brother. Can't tell him that she's gone. Somehow Emmett knowing will make it all too real.

"Edward, where's Bella?" Emmett's voice is softer; knowing.

A lump forms in my throat and instead of answering I can only shake my head.

"Bro, you're scaring me. What's going on?" Emmett grips my shoulder, trying to pull me towards him. Trying to see my face.

"She left me." I whisper so softly I'm not sure if I even said it or simply thought the words.

"Shit." Emmett must have supersonic hearing.

We sit in silence and Emmett makes no more attempts to get me to move or speak.

"I'm going to be right back okay? I'm not going anywhere."

Somehow hearing Emmett promise he isn't going to leave me too is comforting. I can hear his hushed tone and can only imagine who he may be calling, but at this point I don't even care.

"Bro, I'm going to throw this stuff out alright?"

It dawns on me than that I never finished even making my sandwich, never bothered to put the food away. I am suddenly aware of how bad it smells after sitting out.

I'm not sure how much time passes, once again slipping back into my memory despite my attempts not to. This time I hear the front door open and close.

"Come on," Emmett says softly, he and Jasper are hoisting me up, "lets get you cleaned up."

They help me to the shower, and I somehow manage to wash myself without needing them. They promise me they will be just outside if I need anything. The warm water beats down against my rigid muscles but not even that soothes me.

I refuse to look at myself in the mirror, refuse to see the failure that I've become. What did I do so horrible that I lost the only thing that had ever truly meant anything to me? Getting dressed even takes extra effort and I am thankful that Emmett or Jasper had taken it upon themselves to get my clothes from our room.

Walking into the living room I feel Emmett and Jasper staring at me. If I look at them I know what I will see, know how much pity I will find in their eyes. Pity that I don't want to acknowledge. Pity that will make this ache in my chest too much.

"Do you want something to eat?" Jasper offers, moving towards the kitchen.

I shake my head no before collapsing back onto the couch.

"You guys don't have to do this," I finally say, although if I'm being completely honest with myself I don't want to be alone.

"You did it for us."


Still with me? This isn't going to be an easy trek but I hope you stick with me. So many stories focus on new love, chasing love. This story will be told mainly in EPOV, although who knows Bella may want to sneak in her two cents at some point.