A/N: I apologize in advance for this Bella's ooc. But since she barely has any personality (I'm anti-twilight, clearly) I didn't think that was much of a problem. Sorry if she's a bit more cynical and bitter than canon Bella but character development does that to you. XD Okay, sorry, that was a bit harsh. What I meant was, that's what cold, hard, reality does to you. Not some idealized, cheesy, romance plot. Still harsh? Oh well... The truth hurts.

She knows she is hurting him. She hears the yearning in the silence that follows his every 'I'm sorry', but she finds she cannot fill the silence for him. She wills herself to respond, to forgive; but she finds herself unable.

Today, he comes to her again. Eyes full of he once more tells her in a voice constricted with, "I'm sorry."

She turns away from him.

Often, she reminisces about the past days. About before. Every time she looks at a mirror she finds herself choked with an intense sorrow.

She had always hated her appearance. Always thought herself ugly. But now, faced with the sight of flawless marble; she thinks of how beautiful she used to be.

She's scared to go out. She's scared of herself. She's scared of the monster she's become.

She finds it easier to ignore him every day. His 'I'm sorry's meaning less and less as time passes. And she has all the time in the world, now. She wonders how long it'll take for it to mean completely nothing to her. For him to be completely nothing to her. She thinks, I have forever, now. And there is no happily ever after. Not for monsters.

She finds herself growing colder everyday; good, she thinks to herself. Maybe one day I'll be as cold as this body.

She laughs every time she thinks of how she used to want to be this. A cold, cruel laugh that Bella knows scares Edward. She was a fool. A naïve, love struck fool who didn't know any better. Who thought teenage love was forever. Who didn't realize forever was a long time. Who didn't realize 'happily ever after's only existed in fairy tales.

She wonders if she still loves him. Her love, once so resolute, so unyielding, now lays waste to the pointed stabs of regret. She wonders if that meant it was never that strong to begin with. And for once, doesn't banish the thought straight out of her mind (like before).

She wishes her love were stronger. Maybe then the hunger wouldn't be. Because now the hunger is all she ever feels. She doesn't feel the love, doesn't feel the joy.

She wishes he were stronger.

She sees how easily he crumbles before her and she almost spits in his face in disgust.

She never wants to see him again. He is little more than a reminder of her own mistakes, her own foolishness. She wants to leave. She wants to leave him.

Yet every time she sees his face, she is filled with guilt. Because she did love him, once. And she knows he still loves her. And she knows that maybe she doesn't anymore.

She wishes he didn't love her so much.

A/N: I'm not sure if I should end this as a twoshot or keep on writing. It's up to you. XD