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NO!--I could not stand loneliness; I needed Edward. True, he was my drug as my [former?] best friend had so nicely put it; He, only he, (and no, I don't mean Jacob). From the very start, I knew we both were fated to be together, Edward and I. It was just a feeling--maybe because Edward was a--let's say--mystical vampire? Any normal human might've been shocked to find out that my [former?] boyfriend was a living legend, but not me. True; I had become so accustomed to him and his gorgeous vampire family that it didn't strike me as merely abnormal. It was the same with the werewolves, but in a different way.
Because of my insane fear of loneliness--which led to depression again--Charles decided to make me happy.
He got me a new boyfriend.
Yes, a new boyfriend. He was a bit like Jacob and a bit like--dare I say it?--Edward. I never thought anyone could compare to Edward, but this new boy did--or was quite close to. And with Jacob too, did I mention it? He had curly copper brown hair--like Edward--and tan skin--how unlike Edward and like Jacob! His muscles were well shaped but they didn't show off much. His eyes were twinkling, sparkling blue--how startling blue they looked! In fact, when I first met him, I thought him to be the human Edward in the South--that is, when he was last human. Okay, maybe not last human, but if he went to the beach as a human! And the new boy's name was, ironically enough, Ed.
At first, I thought nothing of him. Charles had merely introduced me to Ed ("Short for Edsworth," he 'assured' me) when he had decidedly dragged me to one of his card games at his other friend's house (he'd finally made a new friend). I barely noticed him as I continued to self-pity, wallow in sorrow, to "emo in a corner." He didn't interest me, nay, not one bit! He reminded me of--oh!--Edward. I didn't want that--I didn't want that unpleasant reminder of a boy--nay, a man!--who'd ditched me wordlessly. It was still too painful for me, to even think about him.
Still, he resisted my ignorance--he forced me to actually acknowledge him. Once again, a promise was broken--a promise to myself.
"Bella, what's up?" said he casually--oh, how so casual he spoke! I ignored him, continuing to sulk while staring blankly at the commercial on the TV screen about some love potion. What a pile of rubbish!
"I know you're avoiding me," he went on. I did not answer. Let him speak, and let me sulk. And there shall be peace. Except for some occasional "No!"`s from either Charles or one of his small group of friends.
"Wanna hang out with him?" Still, no answer.
"Bella, you're drooling on my arm," he pointed out. I slowly lifted my eyes off the TV screen--how hypnotizing these commercials were!--and pinpointed my sight in a different direction. At his arm. I was startled--of course, he was telling the truth. I'd drooled on his arm! and not only that but also bitten it! I stopped my mouth from gnawing and quickly withdrew it from its victim, the boy's arm.
"Bella, what do you say in a situation like this?"
I slowly looked from his arm to the head of this particular speaker--oh, that wretched reminder of my memory! I couldn't escape it--I had to acknowledge in some way or other. "I--I'm s--so--sorry," I managed to croak out. Since when did apologizing become so hard? It was a skill that I had yet to master.
Because of my insane fear of loneliness--which led to depression again--Charles decided to make me happy.
He got me a new boyfriend.
Yes, a new boyfriend. He was a bit like Jacob and a bit like--dare I say it?--Edward. I never thought anyone could compare to Edward, but this new boy did--or was quite close to. And with Jacob too, did I mention it? He had curly copper brown hair--like Edward--and tan skin--how unlike Edward and like Jacob! His muscles were well shaped but they didn't show off much. His eyes were twinkling, sparkling blue--how startling blue they looked! In fact, when I first met him, I thought him to be the human Edward in the South--that is, when he was last human. Okay, maybe not last human, but if he went to the beach as a human! And the new boy's name was, ironically enough, Ed.
At first, I thought nothing of him. Charles had merely introduced me to Ed ("Short for Edsworth," he 'assured' me) when he had decidedly dragged me to one of his card games at his other friend's house (he'd finally made a new friend). I barely noticed him as I continued to self-pity, wallow in sorrow, to "emo in a corner." He didn't interest me, nay, not one bit! He reminded me of--oh!--Edward. I didn't want that--I didn't want that unpleasant reminder of a boy--nay, a man!--who'd ditched me wordlessly. It was still too painful for me, to even think about him.
Still, he resisted my ignorance--he forced me to actually acknowledge him. Once again, a promise was broken--a promise to myself.
"Bella, what's up?" said he casually--oh, how so casual he spoke! I ignored him, continuing to sulk while staring blankly at the commercial on the TV screen about some love potion. What a pile of rubbish!
"I know you're avoiding me," he went on. I did not answer. Let him speak, and let me sulk. And there shall be peace. Except for some occasional "No!"`s from either Charles or one of his small group of friends.
"Wanna hang out with him?" Still, no answer.
"Bella, you're drooling on my arm," he pointed out. I slowly lifted my eyes off the TV screen--how hypnotizing these commercials were!--and pinpointed my sight in a different direction. At his arm. I was startled--of course, he was telling the truth. I'd drooled on his arm! and not only that but also bitten it! I stopped my mouth from gnawing and quickly withdrew it from its victim, the boy's arm.
"Bella, what do you say in a situation like this?"
I slowly looked from his arm to the head of this particular speaker--oh, that wretched reminder of my memory! I couldn't escape it--I had to acknowledge in some way or other. "I--I'm s--so--sorry," I managed to croak out. Since when did apologizing become so hard? It was a skill that I had yet to master.
No, I'm not going to continue this x]
Written exactly last week; just thought I'll share this.
Uh... >______>;;;
