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AN: I decided to finally write and post something on this site because I needed a stress reliever. I am by no means a professional writer, but I am a professional reader. I have over a thousand favorite stories on my page. Just a heads up, I can't spell for shit.

"Why can't we just be friends?" she sniveled out, curled into herself on the carpeted floor.

"Come on Bella, use your damn head. What the fuck do I look like… a masochist?" She flinched at my harsh tone. I ran my hands through my hair, silently screaming in frustration.

I didn't want to hurt her, but she deserved it for all of the bullshit that she put me through.

"Please," she sobbed, "Don't go—don't leave me…" The only thing that ran through my head was the audacity of this girl.

I couldn't believe this shit. No she didn't. After what she did to me, after what she let others do to me, she had the nerve to ask me to stay…and with her at that.

'This girl done lost her damn mind,' was the thought that was going through my head.

"Bella," I dropped to a knee in front her and put my arms around her. "I have to leave in order to get better."

'Why the fuck am I trying to make her feel better?' I let out a sigh.

'Cause you're a dumb-ass.' A voice that was too damn deep to be mine, echoed in my head.

'What the fuck? I'm losing my damn mind over this shit.'

I shook my head and focused on the girl in my arms. "I can't stay here after what happened." I buried my face in her hair and inhaled.

'I love the way that she smells. I love the way that she feels against me. I love her SO much…but I hate her.' I shook my head at the absurdity of my predicament.

"What they did to me Bella…." My voice cracked and my throat felt tight, all at the memory of what happened. I hiccupped trying to bite back a sob.

Her arms wrapped around me and she held me tight. For the first time, SHE held ME.

I wanted to punch her in the face for making me so damn weak. I hated what she did to me…how she made me feel.

I had to get away from her. I had to leave. I had to leave my family, Forks, and the little friends that I had left behind. – I had to leave her, the keeper of my heart.

I wrenched back from our embrace, and harshly wiped at my eyes.

I leaned in hoping for a kiss, only to have her turn her head at the last second…My kiss landed on her cheek.

My chest ached at the implications of her action. 'She doesn't love me. – She never will.'

"Good Bye Belle," She flinched. I used the term of endearment knowing that it would hurt her. A part of me enjoyed her pain, but the other breaks at the sight of it.

I kissed her hand trying to fix what I had broken, knowing that nothing could fix what we had done to each other.

"I Love You," I said before rising from my position on her room floor. She flinched again, and my heart broke a little more.

'I shouldn't give a fuck…I won't give a fuck…I don't give a fuck…..But DAMN…I GIVE a fuck.' I frowned at my thought pattern, and headed to the door.

"Leah…" She whimpered out.

I looked back and saw tears running down her cheek, and my hand grabbed at my chest, trying to rub the ache away.

To the bus stop I headed, and I never looked back again.

8 years later…..

I stepped off of the plane and headed straight for the baggage claim area.

'Welcome Back to Forks Leah, your own personal hell.'

"Leah?" My heart stopped, I dropped my bags, and then I turned around….