I wake up suddenly and immediately know that I am alone in the bed. The door opens, the light from the hallway casting an eerie red glow across the hotel room. Bella stands in the threshold with a duffle bag slung across her shoulder.
“Where are you going?” I call to her as I sit up.
She turns and stares back coldly. “Nowhere in particular.”
“What? Why?” I begin to panic.
“You’re not good for me, Edward.” Her voice is empty, hollow.
“What are you talking about?” I ask, confused.
“I’m sick of your bullshit.” She shrugs nonchalantly. “I’ve let this go on much too long and I’m sorry for that.”
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