Stephenie Meyer owns all the lovely characters from the Twilight series.

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Chapter 3: Damaged Goods

EPOV

In the new vision, Bella was crying. She looked pained, it hurt me to see her that way. I wanted so much to run to her right then, just to hold her, make the crying stop, feel her warm skin against my icy stone body once again, but I knew I couldn't. I wanted to figure out what she was crying over, and why wasn't Jacob there? What was going on?

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BPOV

It was Saturday morning. I had survived the night, though my throat hurt from the screaming and crying I had been doing in my sleep. The nightmares were back, and this time they added another scene to my pain. Jacob was walking away from towards another girl, not even saying goodbye. He just never looked back. I snapped out of it. I had to work over at the Newton's sporting goods store today, but if it was slow I was lucky enough to be able to go home early. Maybe, I'd find something to do in town. I didn't feel like staying home today, and I couldn't exactly go over to Jacob's like I used to now that he had imprinted.

I got out of bed, grabbed my work clothes and made my way to the bathroom. Charlie must've already left for his weekly fishing trip. I took a quick shower and got ready. I decided to just put my hair in a ponytail, then went downstairs to grab some cereal. I rinsed my bowl and left for work.

When I got to work, it was empty as usual, but I had to stay till at least noon to make sure the store was empty. Mike was blabbering on about something he had planned for him and Jessica this weekend, but I wasn't paying attention as I silently watched the clock tick on. Finally, it was noon and I was free to go.

When I stepped outside, Jacob was leaning against my truck, with a dejected look on his face. He looked up when I walked over. “Bella, listen I'm so sorr–” I cut him off before he could get too down on himself. “Let's just go get some food and we'll talk about it.”