Twilight: Bonnie Cullen.

"Somebody That I used to Know"

*Edwards POV*

My family and I are all seated in the living room, where Michaels body lays in the coffin near the window. Everyone who was here eventually left, as we told them Bonnie was extremely upset. Nobody will be here tomorrow, as is Christmas, but Boxing Day, it will resume, before the funeral on the 27th.

Each of us has a look on concentration on our faces, and its clear we are listening to Bonnie and Jacob.

"I cant believe she knows Jacob."Emmett says.

"They seemed pretty close." Alice speaks. After a few minutes silence she says, "I wonder why he left."

"I'd say we're about to find out." Rosalie says.

*Jacobs POV*

"Hey." She says softly standing with her bloodshot eyes. Shes wearing  black dress, with no shoes. She looks beautiful despite everything. I hate seeing her so upset. I just want to gather her into my arms and hug her; make her feel better.

"Bonnie, I-" I begin, not being able to hold my apoligies in any longer.

"Dont I even deserve a hello, Jake?" She says coldly. "Not after you left me?"

Her words sting, but I deserve them. "Hello, Bonnie." I say softly.

"Now, what do you want?" She says so composed. This is weird. She was in bits when she seen me earlier, why is she acting like this now?

"To see you." I say, taking astep towards her. She takes a step back, so she leaning against the wall. I look to her with hurt eyes. She really doesnt want to see me, let alone hug me. "I came because of Michael. Im so sorry."

"Yeah. Me too." she says deadpan, crossing her arms.

"Bonnie, what is wrong with you?" I say, frustrated at her lack of emotion. "Aren't you surprised at me being back?"

"Hah!" She laughs sarcastically. "Surprised? Of course Im surprised, Michael."

"So why arent you acting like it?" I ask, tears welling in my eyes.

"Because Im done." She speaks.

"What?" Im confused. Shes done with what?

"Im done." She repeats.

"With?"

"You." She spits and turns on her heel. I grab her arm and spin her around.

"What do you mean your done with me?" I ask, tears welling. Shes leaning against the wall, and I am holding her arm firmly. Her words are hurting.

"Im done being hurt by you." She spits. Our faces are inches apart, and there is a devious look in her face, she looks pissed. But when she finally looks into my eyes, and sees the tears, its clear they are melting the wall she put all her feelings for me behind.

"Your crying." She says softly, looking into my eyes. "Why are you crying?" I look down to my hand, which still is holding her arm. I let my hand slip down her arm, and her wrist, and gently grab her hand, holding it.

"Because I missed you." I say softly. I look into her eyes, and when I thin shes gave up the act, she looks and pushes my hand away.

"Dont." She says, and walks away from me.

"Dont do what?" I ask, pissed.

"Do this." She gestures all around her in frustration.

"What?" I question, furious. "Come pay my respects to my friend? Come to the Cullens home? Dont do what?"