Edward's POV

Edward, Edward, Edward, Edward, Edward. Alice kept thinking my name as I heard her trudge up the steps.

I looked up from the book, Wuthering Heights, I was staring at, and I got up from the couch just as Alice walked into the room.

"How is she?" I breathed, and she stared at me with sad eyes.

"She's been better." She meekly said, and she still kept thinking my name, "She wanted me to give you something." She reached into the pocket of her pants as she walked over to me and grabbed my hand in hers as she placed something in my hand, "She wanted me to tell you that the dates off." She mumbled as I stared at what she had placed in my hand.

The engagement ring.

"Alice…there must be some kind of mistake…Bella would never…she called off the wedding?"

I could almost feel the blood, if I had any, drain out of my face. My whole body became numb.

"She loved him. She wanted to be with him, not me. And I killed him." I curled my hand into a tight fist and shoved it down onto my leg.

"No, no! It's not like that it's…" But Alice didn't have a chance to continue. I needed to talk to her. I needed to tell her that I was sorry. I needed to tell her that I was sorry for killing her true love.

I stormed into Carlisle's office, throwing open the door. He looked up from his work for only a moment, and then he stared back down at the paper that he was scribbling on.

"What do you want, Edward?"

"I need to speak with Bella."

"She didn't specially request you. I can't do that." He didn't even look up from his work.

"I have a special request from her." I growled, and he looked up at me, his eyebrows knitting in confusion.

"What are you talking about? I didn't get any calls…Alice didn't see anything…"

It was then that I walked over to his desk and slammed my hand down onto his work, the ring underneath it. I then removed my hand to reveal her engagement ring, and Carlisle let his mouth drop open, and then he quickly shut it, "She had Alice hand deliver her request. Please see to it, Carlisle, please."

"She called off the wedding?"

I nodded my head as the realization hit, "Because I killed her true love. She never wanted to be with me."

"Oh, Edward." He stood up and walked over to me, wrapping an arm around my shoulder, "She loves you. No one has to tell you that. All you need to do," He placed the ring in my hand again, closing my fingers around it, "Is cater to her. Love her."

"I do love her! I couldn't love her anymore!" I protested.

"If you really, truly loved her, you would have been able to control your hatred for Jacob and thought about her feelings first."

Bella's POV

I poked at the red Jell-O that was swarming and jiggling in the bowl. It was accompanied by a glass of water; since I found out I could drink again, a piece of chocolate, and pasta.

My stomach growled in protest as I stared down at the food, but I couldn't bring myself to eat it.

I had just lost my best friend, the other half of my heart, and my fiancé all in a day's worth time.

The finger that once held Edward's mother's ring now felt heavy and incomplete as I used it to continue to murder my Jell-O. Why did they have to give me red? It reminded me of Jacob, the blood running down his body as he died, and Edward, who drank blood.

I angrily stared at the Jell-O as the tears welled up in my eyes. I slammed my fork down, and then, with all my might, chucked it at the wall in front of me. It landed with a splat, and the plastic crumpled as the container fell to the floor. The red, sticky, substance made a large stain on the wall as parts of it fell off, and back onto the ground.

"I see you didn't like your Jell-O." Mary, my nurse, was standing in the doorway. She gave me a small smile as she went to collect my food, right as my stomach growled again. She smiled again and then set the food back down, "Sounds like you're still hungry." She sat down next to me and stared into my eyes, "And very tired." She brushed a piece of hair out of my face, "You should get some rest."

"I can't." I moaned, "I'm afraid to."

"Oh. Because of Jacob?" Ever since Jacob's death, she had been there to comfort me, especially when I didn't want Edward there. She had turned into a great friend, and I had a feeling that she was going to be my nurse for the rest of my visit here at the hospital. Carlisle would stay at home.

I meekly nodded my head, and she sighed, "It's not tough to lose someone that close."

"Yeah, well, I also broke off the wedding with my fiancé."

"The reddish-brown haired boy?"

I nodded my head, "Yeah. Him."

"Why?"

"He and Jacob…well…" I hadn't really told her how Jacob died, but I didn't want her to alert any police or anything. Especially the police. Because that meant dealing with Charlie, and I didn't want to have to deal with that right now, "If I tell you something, will you promise never to tell anyone? Anyone else? Ever? Especially the police?"

She nodded her head, eager now, "I promise."

I motioned her closer to me, and she smiled as she moved closer, "Edward and Jacob are mortal enemies. They hate each other completely, and they were the two men that I loved the most in the world. Jacob came to visit me, and kissed me, even though I didn't want to be. Edward saw him kissing me, and they got into a fight. Edward…won." I managed to spit out.

She gasped, "So they fought to the death?"

I nodded my head.

"I had to watch it all, and once Jacob died, I refused to see him again."

"So you broke off the wedding?" She gasped.

"No, I gave the engagement ring back to his sister. That's the story."

"How'd he take it?"

"I don't know, and I honestly don't want to."

"Isabella Swan?" The two of us turned and stared at a tall, black man, who was standing in the doorway to my room. Mary stood up.

"Yes?" I asked.

"Telephone call for you."

"Who is it?"

"Dr. Carlisle Cullen."

At least it wasn't Edward, "I'll be there as fast as I can." He nodded and then left the room, "Mary?" She nodded.

It took a while to get me into the wheelchair, but I managed to. My leg was stuck out all the way, and my arm was propped up on the arm rest. I felt like a moving road block, with all the people slamming themselves up against the walls as Mary pushed me down the hallway.

She handed the phone to me. I paused and thought for a brief moment that it was Edward. I took a deep breath, and Mary smiled at me, edging me on, "Hello?" I asked.

"Bella," It was Carlisle's voice, and I physically relaxed.

"Yes?"

"Edward would like to see you."

"I-I don't want to see him."

"He says it's urgent."

"I said, I don't want to see him."

"Bella, please." He pleaded, "Edward needs to make this right."

"Well he should have thought of that before he killed Jake, shouldn't he?" I sneered, and then hung up the phone.

The click seemed to vibrate against the walls and through my being.

The click symbolized the end of me and Edward.

The end of all hope and love.

The end.

THE END

Hahah, yeah…that's the end. I'm making a sequel though, so don't stress out. It's going to be called 'Time is Running Out'…and I hope to have the first chapter of it posted this week! Thanks for reviewing the story, and I hope that you review the sequel!! Review!