Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight/ New Moon or any of its characters. They all belong to Stephenie Meyer.

NEW MOON SPOLIERS

What it Bella never jumped off the cliff? Alice would have never had the vision and Edward would have never gone to Volterra to kill himself. So there would be no faithful phone call from Edward the day of Henry's Funeral, and thus, no interruption of the almost-kiss between Bella and Jacob. And that almost-kiss would become a kiss, and what would happen when Edward came back begging for Bella to take him back, when she kissed Jacob?

He's not coming back

He was coming closer to my lips. I hadn't thought about this thoroughly yet. I mean what if he came back, cringing at the thought of seeing him again. He wouldn't even care; he doesn't even love me any more. He left me; I bet he moved on already. I should have a chance to be happy too. I had to control my emotions. Rage and sorrow overwhelmed my thoughts. I hated him for leaving me; if I could I would claw out his un-beating heart. How could he? If he didn't love me then why did he lie for the months when he was here? But, I didn't fake it. I actually love him; I always have and probably always will. Tears were building up, but I couldn't let them out. I kept a straight face, like the one I kept for Charlie during my zombie period. My zombie period. What if that happened again? What if Jake left me too? But, he promised he would never hurt me, and so did "he", once more cringing at the name. A strong pain began to tear through my chest, but I couldn't let Jacob see it. He was still standing there. No more than 5 inches away from my face. He had a pleading look in his eyes. What was I doing? I slowly inched forward. The distance between us was getting smaller with each movement. He was no more that an inch away from me now. His eyes were not as pleading. He slowly leaned his head down and I inched up on my toes. Why did he have to be so tall? This is it. After this there is no going back. I guess I need to accept that "he's" not going to come back for me. It will be as if he never existed. And with those final thoughts out lips touched and all my raging emotions and screaming thoughts seized. But still one question ran through my head deep down in my sub conscious. What am I doing? What am I doing? What am I doing?! But that yell was so faint, I could hardly hear it.

We stood there kissing for what seemed like hours. When I peeked at the clock in the kitchen I realized that it had been no more than 15 seconds. What ever I was doing, I kind of like it. I hadn't felt this way in over 7 months. We broke apart for a breath. Maybe having a boyfriend who could breathe like me would help with several things. Even if he was half dog. I dated a vampire, what's so different about a werewolf. I smiled at the thought, and he smiled back.

"I think I better go. Sam is going to be wondering where I am, and Charlie should be back soon." He spoke with an apologetic look. But then he smiled again. "I'll see you tomorrow, right?" he asked enthusiastically and a glint of hope embedded in his smile.

"Of course," I smiled back looking forward to tomorrow. He leaned down and kissed me on the cheek and escorted himself out. No long suffering through continuous convulsions of his body.

He closed the door hesitantly with one last glace at me, leaving me in a silent empty house. For once in my life, everything turned out okay.

My heart was slightly racing from the events that had happened. Charlie would be home soon, I should take a shower before he comes back. I turned around and swiftly glided to the stairs. Bad idea. I once again tripped over air landing flat on my face.

"Oww" I mumbled to no one. Why did I have to be born without balance? I pulled myself up noticing that to my luck I didn't cut or bruise myself. That wasn't so bad. I continued to climb the stairs until I reached the hallway. Ever so carefully I continued walking to the bathroom so I could take a shower without hurting myself. I grabbed some clothes from my room and headed down the hallway towards the bathroom.

When I stepped out of the shower I slipped on the small puddle of water collected outside of the shower. Once more to my luck, I didn't fall. I simply lost my balance for a moment.

As soon as I got dressed there was a faint noise from outside. Charlie must be home. I thought. I hurried to finish changing and strode out of the bathroom checking to make sure there were no hidden puddles across the tile floor. I gently grasped the door knob that was clouded with moisture from the hot water. I cracked the door and peeked down the hallway. All the lights still seemed to be off and no one was home.

"Hello?" I yelled out to see if Charlie was inside.

There was nothing but silence.

I pushed the door open and went to check if his car was outside. It wasn't. Well that was weird. I guess it was the wind or something like that. Oh well. Since it was spring break I had no homework to occupy me. I sighed. Why couldn't Jacob wait a little longer? It was so empty in this house without anyone else here. I sighed again. I guess I better start dinner. And with that I headed into the kitchen and began to prepare dinner for Charlie. From what happened to him today, I'm sure he would want dinner when he came home. I set the table while the food was in the oven and ate alone, as I usually did. Lately I've been eating with Emily most of the time. Sometimes Jacob would come and keep me company. I smiled at the thought.

When I finished my meal, I wrapped up a plate full of food and put it in the fridge so Charlie could microwave it whenever he got home. Now what was I to do? I had no homework. I made dinner and ate it. I took a shower. Maybe I could call Jacob? But odds are he would be out doing god knows what.

I haven't talked to Renee in a long time. I bet I have a million e-mail messages on my computer. That should occupy me for some time. So that's what I did. I climb the stairs (very slowly and carefully) and was lucky enough to not trip.

I reached my room and slowly turned my door knob and idly opened my door. What better did I have to do? The door opened and a quick rush of cold air over whelmed my entire body. I raised my head to gaze upon my room. For some strange reason my window was open. Why on earth is my window open? What the hell is going on? I got a sudden urge of fear. Was someone in the house? I stepped forward and walked to the window hesitantly. I raised my arm and pulled the window closed and locked it tight. Something inside me was screaming to run out and get help. But… I didn't. I was glued in my spot. It was twilight, the sun was about to hide under the horizon and temporarily darken the sky. There was a slight pink glow outlining the tops of the trees that surrounded this desolate town of rain and clouds. I had another painful convulsion in my chest.

I sighed again and turned around and froze. My eyes were wide and tears began to simultaneously pour down my cheeks. That faint voice that I could hardly hear began screaming so clearly that it felt like it was standing right next to me. "WHAT THE HELL WERE YOU THINKING? WHAT THE HELL WERE YOU DOING?!?!?! WHAT THE HELL DID YOU THINK YOU WERE DOING?!?!?!?" It shrieked over and over again. What was I thinking?

There, in my room, no more than ten feet away from me was "him." Just standing there staring at me with no emotion. The pain and ache was unbearable now. I couldn't breathe and the breaths I was able to take were short and small like gasps. My hands started to tremble. Then my entire body began to shake. The pain grew more and more. Uncontrollable sobs escaped my already pained chest.

My legs gave out and I crumbled to the floor. He never moved. He just stood there staring at me with pained eyes. The cold bare wood floor froze me face and I began to shiver. So there I lay. Crumpled on my stomach lying on the floor. Every part of my body shook and ached. And that entire uncaring bastard could do was stare!!!

He took a step forward and another, and another. Soon he was standing over my cold, aching body. He kneeled down and put his ice cold hand on my shoulder which made me even colder. I winced when he touched me.

"DON'T TOUCH ME!" I howled. He instantly drew back his hand.

"B-Bella," he whispered. "Bella" he whispered again.

I began to hyperventilate. I couldn't breathe and he wasn't helping.

"Bella," he screamed in a worried tone.

He picked me up and carried me over to my bed and covered me up with the comforter resting at the foot of my mattress.

"Shh, Bella. Sshhh. It's okay, take a deep breath," he said trying to comfort me.

"GET AWAY FROM ME. HOW CAN YOU SAY IT'S OKAY? YOU DON'T KNOW ANYTHING!!!!" I screeched. His expression was hurt. His eyes were wide with sorrow and regret. I was glad. He deserved to fell guilt and grief. He deserved so be overwhelmed with sorrow and confusion.

But even if he was hurt by my sudden outburst, the gasps didn't stop. Each breathe was shorter and shorter. Tears stained my cheeks and the convulsions stopped. I curled myself into a ball and hugged my knees. When I was finally able to get a deep breathe and relax a little more, I got up.

"So…what are you doing here? You're breaking your promise." I stated. This time not only did his eyes looked pained but his entire body (if that was even possible).

He began to whisper. "I-I…I'm sorry. I-,"

"You're sorry?!?!" I interrupted him shouting once more. "YOU'RE SORRY???" I questioned.

"Yes… I'm sorry, I-I still love y-you. I never stopped. I love you, Bella. And I'm sorry." He whispered with his head hung low. That silenced me. It was my turn to stare now. And I did just that. How could he? Was I dreaming? He left and promised he was never coming back. Why did he have to come back now?

He raised he head from his slouched position. And for the first time in over 7 months I was able to stare into his coal black eyes. But, they were different. His eyes were beautiful whether they be back or topaz. But his eyes were now, empty and flat. That retained no beauty."

"I'm dreaming, aren't I?" I questioned disappointed.

"w-what are you talking about, Bella? You're no dreaming. Why would you think that?" his musical voice filled with skepticism.

"Because, you don't love me. You never loved me. You left 7 months ago and promised that I would never see you again. This had to happen. Just when I begin to be happy again I have a dream of you. The world just doesn't want me to be happy!!! That's why!" I yelled. This time I don't think he could look and more regretful. He…he really was sorry. And… I… still loved him.

For the record, I'm all about the bella+Edward thing. I never once supported the bella+Jacob (okay I lied, I think that the bella+Jacob thing is sweet but it certainly is no Bella+Edward) so don't assume this is all about Jacob and bella. Also, someone already wrote a story like this. It's a great story and I love it. But I thought of the idea for this story a while ago then I saw that it was already made but with a few minor exceptions (actually there where a lot of changes). So I had to change this from what it originally was. If it sounds too similar to the other story I just want you to know that I'm not trying to steal it. I love that story and when ever they update a scream with glee. Ok, long rant over. ENJOY and please review. I would greatly appreciate it.