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I gathered my books and headed out. I heard Jacob's bike roar outside. He was my boyfriend and he always picked me up after school.

With a smile on my face I walked out. I wasn't met by a smile and a long kiss this time though. Jacob was frowning and his mouth was pressed into a thin line.

"What's the matter?" I asked confused.

He looked at me for a moment that seemed to last forever with something in his eyes, before he shook his head slightly. "Let's go home."

I tried to meet his gaze but he had already got back to the bike and looked away. I sighed and climbed up and hugged his torso while he started the gas again.

I loved the feel of wind in my hair. It was almost like love was in the air, because I loved Jacob. But I didn't feel it today.

I shook my head. This couldn't be right. I couldn't be like this whenever Jake was acting strange.

The bike stopped outside my house. I climbed off and headed towards the door. In the middle of a doorstep I skipped to a halt and turned around. "Aren't you coming?"

He lifted his gaze. "Bella, we need to talk."

My heart accelerated and I swallowed hard. "Okay…" I felt a lump in my throat and it grew.

He stroked his forehead and looked down on his feet. "I just…I…" He took a deep breath, opened the mouth and shut it again.

"What's wrong, Jake? Just spit it out." I knew where this was headed, but I couldn't get myself to believe it. We were so good, it couldn't be…

"It's over."

There he said it.

I swallowed again, this time I was swallowing the tears down. I tried to stop my lip from trembling by biting down hard.

Jake looked at his shoes again. "I'm sorry, I just…"

This time I couldn't hold back the tears. Luckily, I could hold back the hysterical. Mental breakdown in front of my now ex-boyfriend would be just embarrassing.

He stood there, waiting for me to say something. The anger took over. "So you waited until two weeks before graduation to dump me. Thanks." My voice was cracking and I couldn't hold on much longer.

"Bella, I―"

"Shut up! I bet some filthy bitch asked you out. So easily to forget, huh? A year and a half and then over, just like that?" I spat at him.

"You know it's not like that!" he spat back.

I half-laughed, half-sobbed. "Why would I care? Yeah it's over. So get the fuck out of here."

Shock flew over his features and I turned and slammed the door shut. I ran up the stairs and collapsed on the bed. I hugged my pillow for dear life and cried my eyes out.

I heard the bike start and the gear faded.

Why in the hell had he broken up with me?

We were always having fun. I loved him and he loved me. I thought, at least.

I would understand if we fought a lot, or didn't have the spark or something, but we were perfect. Out of nowhere it was over.

I dried my tears and fished up my phone. I had to break the news. And seek some comfort.

"What's up?"

Unable to speak my tears took over. "Bella? What happened? Where are you?"

"It's over, Angela," I sobbed and broke down to a hysterical attack.

"What? Oh, honey! I'll be right over!" She hung up and I threw away the phone and buried my head in the pillow again.

In less than a minute the doorbell rang. I dragged myself downstairs and opened the door.

"Oh sweetheart!" she exclaimed and threw her arms around me.

Charlie worked night, so she stayed over the night, crying with me as we listened to heartbreak-music. It was like I understood the lyrics in a new way now, and Angela cried with me.

We both ditched next day and watched romance movies. We screamed 'LIAR!' every time a boy told a girl that he loved her. We drove to Port Angeles and therapy-shopped. Then we drove home and played dress up. On one day she had convinced me that I could move on, that I was better off without him.

Angela was a real friend and this was a moment I would never forget.

We went to school next day. Let's say the rumour had it.

Everybody knew that Jake and I were over. Mike, Tyler and even Sam asked me out. I turned them down. Both Embry and Eric had asked Angela but she turned him down. We were going to the prom as two best friends in no need of guys to shine.

Jacob hooked up with Victoria and I nearly laughed my ass off. They were so not meant to be. I was more disgusted than hurt to see the two of them make out.

The two weeks flew and next thing I knew, I graduated.

Angela met Ben at the prom and first she turned him down. She was scared that she let me down. But I assured her that it was okay. Angela had stood behind and watching me and Jacob make out and love each other for a year and a half, so it was her turn to find someone.

Both Angela and I had been accepted at Columbia University in New York and we had found the perfect apartment.

Ben was attending at Cornell University, so Angela could hang out with me in school and with Ben after. She was so worried that I was offended but I assured her that it was okay. I liked Ben.

It was a normal day. I had dropped off Angela at Ben's place and I had done the grocery shop. With music in my earplugs I ran up the stairs and bumped into someone.

"…so sorry," was all I heard when I had taken off one of the plugs.

"Oh no, it's totally my fault," I insisted and unlocked the door before I picked up the things I had dropped.

"Let me help you." We picked up the items and I looked at him to thank him.

I gasped when I saw his face for the first time.

I knew him.

His jaw was firmer, his body still lean but muscular. His tousled, bronze hair, his green eyes was the same as always. "E-Edward?" I stammered. He looked at me puzzled and memories flew in my head.

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