SUMMARY: Edward and Bella are finally together and everything is perfect, until an accident leaves Bella questioning herself and her decision. In a haste of wrong choices, Bella leaves Edward, heartbroken and alone. Who will be there to pick up the pieces? Sequel to Daybreak! (you don't have to read in order to follow story-its basically twilight in reverse and Edward is human and Bella is vamp)

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Setting Sun

"I never really understood this part." I let my fingers trace Bella's bare arm as a warm August breeze twirled her chestnut around her perfectly sculpted cheeks.

"What's not to understand? He thinks his wife is dead, and he can't live without her, so he kills himself. Then she finds him dead, and kills herself, not wanting to live without his love." Bella stated simply.

"They've only known each other, what, two days? That's a little drastic to think it's love. I understand the whole 'can't live without your love,' but honestly, do they have to be so dramatic about it? Plus, they're thirteen! No one falls in love at thirteen. Then, Romeo is an imbecile. First, he is in love with Rosaline, because of her beauty, then he falls in love with Juliet while pining over Rosaline. When he finally marries Juliet, he kills her favorite cousin and is exiled. He does everything wrong and ultimately ruins it for him and Juliet." Bella groaned as her head fell onto my shoulder.

"Can you just watch the movie and try to enjoy it?" Her honey pools gazed into mine.

"Sorry." I murmured softly, kissing her hair. I pulled Bella closer to me as Olivia Hussey delivered Juliet's famous line.

"What's here? A cup, closed in my true love's hand? Poison, I see, hath been his timeless end: O churl! Drunk all, and left no friendly drop to help me after? I will kiss they lips; Haply some poison yet doth hang on them, to make die with a restorative." She gently cradled Romeo's pale face in her hands, as if she was holding the world in her fragile fingers. Her lips loving traced along his, enjoying her final moments with her beloved husband as she prepared herself for her death. "'Thy lips are warm." Shouts can be heard as Juliet looks around the tomb in alarm. "Yea, noise? Then I'll be brief." She looks around, spotting Romeo's dagger. "O happy dagger! This is thy sheath," She plunges the knife into her heart, ironically revealing the misery of Romeo's death with the affliction of his dagger, "there rust, and let me die." She takes her final breath as death sets in, toppling onto her fallen love. Nothing like watching two kids kill themselves over lost love to get you in the mood for a romantic evening.

The movie ended and I clicked the television off. I bit my tongue as I was about to make a sarcastic comment about the movie, deciding better not to upset Bella. I looked down at Bella and noticed her face was veiled by thought.

"Bella?" I pushed her hair behind her ear, giving me a direct view upon my Aphrodite. "What's wrong?" My warm breath engulfed her ear.

"I'm just thinking." I could tell by her tone that she wanted to drop it, but I wouldn't have that. Something was bothering her.

"About?" Her gaze met mine so quickly I wasn't sure if it had actually happened. "Bella." I cooed.

She let out a frustrated sigh. "I was just being envious." I shot her a quizzical look.

"What could you possibly be envious about?" I chuckled softly.

"You have it so easy sometime." This time, when her eyes met mine, she locked her stare on me. "Humans, I mean."

"How so?" I began playing with a loose stand of hair that waltzed through the gilded air.

"If you want to die, all you have to do is put a knife in your heart, or down a vile of plant extracts, and that's its! You have the choice of life or death." She inhaled a deep breath, trying to tame the emotions that threatened to disturb our peaceful afternoon.

"You don't?" I let the strand of hair continue its dance as realization of Bella's word sunk in.

"No. It's not as simple for us as it is for you. The only way to kill a vampire is to rip them apart and burn the pieces," Flashes of memories exploded in my mind as faint scenes of my near-death call replayed over again, "and a vampire can only be killed by another vampire." Horror made my face its canvas as a dreadful thought rang through my mind.

"You've thought about this." I could barely get my voice loud enough for myself to hear, though I knew Bella had no trouble hearing my statement.

"Yes," Bella shamefully admitted, "just once." She began nibbling on her bottom lip and she searched my face for permission to continue. "Last year. When you disappeared from the airport, we had no clue where you had went. It was a miracle we even found you. The whole time we were searching, the only thing I could think of was a life without you. I've lost so many people I've loved, that I would never be able to cope if something were to every happen to you." My mind wasn't really listening as questions screamed in my head.

"So," a large lump in my throat began to form as I imagined Bella dead, a disgusting image I prayed I would never have to see. "What plan did you come up with?" I hated myself for asking this question, truly not wanting to know, but yearning for an answer at the same time. Ignorance is bliss, but knowledge is the source of enlightenment.

"Well, there's this coven in Italy--the Volturi. They are the royalty of the vampire world. They make laws and see to it that they are followed; otherwise, there will be dire consequences. You have two options when it comes to the Volturi: One, you can ask them to kill you. They will discuss it and decided whether you are valuable enough to keep alive. Two, you can provoke them, break a law, where the only choice they have is to kill you." Anger pulsed through my veins as Bella painted the ghastly picture of her destruction.

"Bella!" The animosity in my voice surprised Bella. "Listen to me right now," I took Bella marble face in my hands, forcing her to look at me, "you will never hurt yourself, do you understand? If something happens to me, you need to promise me that you will never do anything like that." I fixed a malicious glare upon her, waiting for her sweet voice to utter the most important thing she could every say.

Bella opened her mouth to speak, but a knock at the door interrupted her.

"Bella, sweetie," Esme's caramel hair spilled around her flushed cheeks as she entered the room, "Renee called. She asked if you could come home now."

"Oh okay. Thank you." Esme nodded and exited my room. Bella stood from the bed and grabbed her jacket, a mere prop in her charade. I was off the bed and blocking her exit in such a swift movement, Bella hadn't even noticed.

"Edward, I have to go." She refused to meet my gaze, her flaxen eyes wandering through the small slit in the door.

"This conversation is not over." I chided her as she planned her escape.

"Okay." She peaked me on the cheek and brushed pass me, hurrying down the stairs.

"What's her hurry?" Emmett walked out of the bathroom, towel wrapped around his waist, toothbrush and foaming toothpaste hanging out of this mouth.

"No clue." I answered honestly.

Emmett began patting my back. "Don't worry dude, we all can't be great our first time. I'm sure she'll come back, though," His eyes flashed down to my pants, "then again." I balled my fist and rammed it into his bare arm, only earning a booming roar. My eyebrows furrowed in disgust as some toothpaste fell onto the carpet.

I started back for my room when Emmett's thunderous voice stopped me. "Oh, and happy birthday!" I turned around and looked at him like he was a metal patient, though, I couldn't be sure he wasn't. He had disappeared for two months one summer. My parents said he was at "camp," but when Emmett came back he complained about the weird white jackets, awful food, and limited activities. Though, he said he had a very comfy room.

"Um, Emmett," Emmett eyed me like a lost puppy looking for his owner, "my birthday isn't for another two days." I spoke very slowly, making sure he understood what I was saying. I let out a small chuckled as his lips scowled into a grimace.

"Ha ha, very funny." He remarked, no hint of sarcasm in his voice whatsoever. "I know that, but I'm going to forget, so I'm telling you now while I remember." I opened my mouth to say something, but decided against it, seeing as it would only get me a black and blue eye, and I finally recovered from all my injuries from my little "accident."

When I got back to Forks, I had to tell people I went for a "vacation in Chicago and was mugged one night while walking home." The guys of my school always asked for a replay of the fight, though I never gave one. I felt bad for Bella, who was fighting off just about every girl who offered to "nurse me back to health." Emmett had made a bet (with himself) that Bella would rip some girl's head off. He lost the bet, and was highly disappointed. The whole situation just further proved my asylum theory.

I flopped down onto my bed, just grateful that the first day was finally over. I somehow managed to have all my classes with Bella. How she did it, I will never know. I was just glad junior year was finally over with. No more SATs, college open houses, etc. Senior year was going to be easy. All I had to do was keep my grades up to secure an acceptance into Dartmouth. I was reassured by Coach Clapp that I could be looking at a football scholarship, not knowing I was already up for an academic scholarship as well. Whatever works. It would also be helpful that I was elected captain of the football team, a position I was justly proud of. I looked forward to playing. I would be doing the thing I love while all the while my love cheered me on from the stands. It took a while to assure Coach Clapp that my arm was fine, but he finally gave in, saying he was glad he didn't lose his best quarterback to a group of "low-life city scum." People of Forks really need to travel more.

Emmett had started his freshman year at Washington State, along with Rosalie and Jasper. Emmett is majoring in Business, Jasper is majoring in Psychology, and Rosalie is majoring in Social Services, wanting to "help the children." Rosalie began to grow on me. She had spent every day at the house over the summer, and I got to know her better. She's not the stuck-up bitch I made her out to be. Bella really liked her too, they had seemed to connected.

Alice was excited that Jasper was attending a state college. Jasper, Rosalie, and Emmett were all residing in a small apartment not too far off campus. It was a large four bedroom, three bathroom flat. Each had their own room--the spare bedroom for Alice, knowing she would be visiting every weekend.

Everything seemed to be going perfectly, though I was bothered by a strange feeling I just couldn't shake. It almost felt like everything was too perfect, and I had a bad feeling it was all going to come crashing down eventually, but I would deal with it as it came, no need to be a downer.

I grabbed the picture of Bella and I at prom, my broken wrist cunningly hidden behind my back. My good arm was wrapped around her waist, my eyes piercing hers. Her satin dress gracefully flowed down her body, accenting her curves in all the right places. I looked like a grinning idiot as I watched Bella, her cheeks a soft pink, her lips a perfuse maroon. Alice was trying to convince us to take a picture. I had refused. Bella was using her "dazzling" technique to persuade me to take it. It was a perfect picture, clearly defining how we felt about each other, an intense love burning in our eyes as we basked in each others' company.

As good as everything momentarily was, I wished things were different. Each night, as Bella laid next to me as I fell asleep, my mind would drift back to our conversation.

I wanted to spend forever with her, no matter what the complications may be. Sure, I had a loving family that I would leave behind, but they want me to be happy, and I would be. I'm sure they would understand. I honestly didn't care though. I had spent my entire life looking out for everyone else, putting my siblings first. Would it be so bad if I did something for me? I wanted this, the only thing I've ever truly yearned for. It would take a lot of persuading, but I think I will get Bella to see my point.

A small voice in my mind also called out to me when I thought.

Maybe there's a reason she doesn't want to change you. Why would she ever be with you? She is better than you in every way. You don't deserve her. You will never deserve her. You could be just a fling, a human toy for her. It makes sense. If she loved you the way you loved her, she wouldn't be worried about spending forever with you and would have changed you at prom!

I tried to ignore that voice, but each time it spoke, a dagger was driven into my heart. It spoke the truth. Why would she be with me? She was better then me in every single way, and I didn't deserve her. I knew better, though. Bella loved me. Turning me would be as much as her choice as mine. She just needed time to see that it was the right choice.

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