A/N: This is a Coldplay Song I heard this morning. It's such a sad, sweet, song- perfect for the occasion. There is a few lines in the actual fic that relate to the song… you'll see. This was beta'ed by myself and my grammar correct. (Thank you, micorsoft word, for all of those annoying red lines. Yeah, yeah, I love you.)

Disclaimer:

Me- Hey, Steph?

SM- ?
Me- Can I own Twilight?

SM- Pfffffft. Sure.

Me- I can?

SM- Naw, I was just messing with ya'.

Me- But... but… you just said that… you…

SM- No no. You don't own twilight. /steals twilight back/

Me- NOOOOOOOO /drowns in pool of self-pity/

SM- *evil laugh* TWILIGHT IS MIIIIIIINE

Well, there you go, the main reason why I don't own Twilight.

~K

In my place, in my place

Were lines that I couldn't change

I was lost, oh yeah

I was lost, I was lost

Crossed lines I shouldn't have crossed

I was lost, oh yeah

Yeah how long must you wait for it?

Yeah how long must you pay for it?

Yeah how long must you wait for it?

Oh for it

I was scared, I was scared

Tired and under prepared

But I wait for it

If you go, if you go

Leave me down here on my own

Then I'll wait for you (yeah)

Yeah how long must you wait for it?

Yeah how long must you pay for it?

Yeah how long must you wait for it?

Oh for it

Sing it, please, please, please

Come back and sing to me, to me, me

Come on and sing it out, now, now

Come on and sing it out, to me, me

Come back and sing it

In my place, in my place

Were lines that I couldn't change

And I was lost, oh yeah, oh yeah

There were some things you learn to love, and others that you learn to let go. In my place, I had to learn to live without.

There was a constant reminder of him every day. Nearby people kissing on the street. A silver Volvo driving its way down the freeway. A man with bronze hair standing in front of me at the supermarket.

"I don't want you to come with me."

"You don't want me?"

"No."

The words haunted me but I refused to let them get the better of me. I struggled to get a grip on reality, but reality wasn't a gift I had ever grasped. I thought of my mother's relationship with my father, only it was her who had left. My father never stopped loving her… even after she had left him, moved on, and forgotten about him altogether.

I walked slowly up the stairs to my bedroom. "Goodnight, Dad." I muttered. He got up and looked at me, grabbing my arm.

"Bells, listen to me." My attention snapped to him. "How long you must you wait for him? He's… he's gone, sweetheart." My eyes bugged out of my sockets.

"No, no, shut up. Shut up." "Bells, please-" I shut him out, "Shut up, shut up, SHUT UP!" I screeched, crying and running to my room.

He didn' love me. I knew that. Charlie didn't have to rub it in my face. I clenched my teeth, and looked down, addressing the floor. A floorboard was loose. Odd. I picked it up gently, easing it off its hinges, and I gasped.

My things- the pictures of him, the gifts, the CD- all there sitting in front of me. I waited for it to be under plexi-glass, and for me to wake up.

"It will be as though I never existed." It was a lie. It was all a lie. But if that was the case, then… it was all a lie. Everything he had ever said in that forest was a lie. He still loved me- he had just left for my own good.

If you go, if you go

Leave me down here on my own

Then I'll wait for you.