A/N: Well hey therrrr! This is my first fanfiction and I would appreciate you all being gentle through the first read. I know it's kind of short right now. But trust me if you guys like it and want more, I'll give you more! :D If it's decided that I keep going on this one, I may need a beta! :D I'm new to all of this and yeah, it would be splendid! So I hope you enjoy! It's based on the Taio Cruz song "I'm only gonna break your heart"!!!
Disclaimer: Stephenie Meyer owns the wonderous Twilight and all it's smokin' hot characters, not me sadly.
I'm Only Gonna Break Your Heart
EPOV
"I'm only going to break your heart, honey." It was my famous line. I think they even made a song out of it. It's not that I got pleasure out of hurting these girls, no not at all. That's sick, disgusting, vile. But it was just what I did. Woman after woman would come to me, beg me to be with them and I would just tell them "I'm only going to break your heart."
And yet, they still wanted me.
At least I warned them ahead of time, so they can't tell me that that it was a complete shock.
That's happened before, and I never want to go through that again, thank God.
So when I find myself sitting in front of a crying beauty, I also say, "I told you what would happen."
"But I thought I was different, Edward," Tanya sniffed. "I thought we had a lot of fun, and I thought you really, really liked me! I was supposed to be the girl for you, Edward!"
Tanya was very sweet, and I have to say I was with her longer than most other women, but only by a week. I don't know what made me stay with her for so long.
Yeah, she was gorgeous, had a rocking body, the sex was good, but to call herself the girl for me? Not a chance. I seriously doubted there was anyone out there for me.
I mean I'm 26 years old, experienced a shitload, and a shitload of girls, and not one of them did anything for me.
I've come to accept that.
I had my whole life planned out already. I keep this whole "yeah I'll date you, but I'll probably break your heart" thing going for a little while. This may sound cocky, but I know I'm good looking. So I keep that going for a while, and keep my career as a writer, because even I didn't know how good I was gonna be at it. Live comfortable in NYC in my nice apartment, which was really very nice. I still had all the same best friends since I was five, and they accept me for who I am, but they no longer set me up on dates. I wonder why?
Like I said, I've come to accept it.
So I sat there and watched Tanya cry, and think aloud to herself.
"I mean, am I too fat? Is my nose too big? Too small? Do you hate my clothes? Is it my voice?" She went on and on, and I hated this part because all women blamed themselves for me being such a fuckup.
I knew doing this really did hurt women, but I don't know, something kept me going back.
Oh yeah, my dick.
I had had enough of her bashing herself and thinking it was her fault. "Tanya, you are absolutely gorgeous, alright? How many times do I have to tell you that it's me? I told you from the very beginning that I had a problem. Just don't waste your time on an asshole like me, okay?"
She sniffed a few more times and then looked up at me. "Can we still talk?"
"Yeah we can still talk." Even though I knew I was never going to see, or talk to her again.
