"What do you want from me," I whispered brokenly, staring at the man who ripped out my heart. Who broke me with a few simple sentences.

He looked the same. He was perfect everything about him drew me in. I sadly admit that I still crave…want after all these years. After what he put me through… It makes me wonder if he were to ask for my forgiveness would I accept. It scares me to say that part of me would but another part the more dominant one says no. I don't think I'd be able to survive if he did.

I'm still broken shattered after three years.

I gaze at him and my heart aches. My mind screams at me to yell at to demand an answer for what he did to me. But I can't I can only stare. Stare his unnatural ethereal beauty. His golden eyes stared back at me they revealed nothing yet I found myself blown away captivated by them just as easily as the first time I saw met.

Why?

I want to know why he was back. Did he enjoy torturing me like this? I've been going through my own personal hell because of him, ripping open the still raw wound in my heart. The one that won't heal but finally stopped bleeding.

He hasn't answered yet he's only stared at me. I'm overwhelmed by the on slot of emotion that fled into me. The few feelings I only felt, sadness, insecurity, misery and confusion, now where smothered anger. Why come now? His absence tortured me but actually seeing him was different. I felt betrayal, rage, these feelings were foreign to me. I can't take the silence.

"Why do you torture me so? Why are you here? Have you come back to-"

He kissed me. I for life of me couldn't resist. I let him kiss me. Passion, desperation, apologetic; I felt a fire rekindle. I felt whole for few seconds. I let myself forget what he did to me? What I went through? For those few seconds I let myself believe this real not a dream that maybe he cared. He came to ask me back.

But then it ended.

I found myself pressed against the wall. Panting my face flushed. I turn my head to the side. Trying fruitlessly to hide from his intense gaze, if I looked into his eyes I would surely given to my lack luster hopes that he wants me back. I can't let myself be dragged down again. Not when I've barely gotten back up.

"Bella," The way my name rolled of his tongue made me quiver slightly. I assuming he thought I was cold because he back up from me. "I…I didn't mean to hurt you like this. When I left I assumed you would forget about me and move on. I left to protect you. I put in danger every minute we were together."

He sighed. He ran his hand through his hair. I caught it as it fell. He looked at me. "Why did you come?" I needed to know the answer. My heart was thudding away in my chest fast and hard I could hear loud and clear. The room around me looked slightly off almost as swaying.

He frowned. "You're unwell." He stated. He looked at me in concern. My heart clenched, he didn't care. I repeated that in my head as he led me to my bed. I yanked my hand away from him, the art of surprise aiding me in the action. I glared at him, "Answer me." It started off strong but ended in a weak plea.

"I wanted to make sure you were okay. Now, I realized my mistake. I fear I maybe too late to rectify them." This time I kissed him. Mostly to shut him up but I can't say kissing him is a bad.

"I'll forgive you, Edward. Only if you promise swear it you want leave me again. I won't be able to bare it a second time."

"I swear it." I frowned. I rather disturbing thought flashed across my mind. "What is it, love?"

"I feel like a cougar. I mean your 17 and I'm 21," I continued to frown looking at the ground.

I could hear the smile in his voice, "In all retrospect you are nowhere near a cougar. I should be the one feeling like a pedophile."

I smiled despite the troubling turn of conversation. I really think we could work this out.

A/N: I'm new at this so tell me what you all think. Also if any errors were found sorry not the best at checking.