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Chapter One
Edward POV
There I was, sitting on top of the grassy hill that overlooked the landfill. The place was filled with toxic waste and smog occupied a full hundred yard bubble over and around it. Nobody in their right mind would step near it; so, that's why I did. It was the only place I could think of that no one would find me. They couldn't connect it to me because, besides dropping off an old couch there once, I had never been to or spoken of the place. There, I was safe. Safe to be broken inside, without the fear of someone coming to crush the pieces.
I remember the first time we really spoke. Jasper had introduced us at a party and we just clicked. We had both had a few drinks, but neither of us were paro off our asses and, once we sobered up a bit, he asked to walk me home. It was really sweet and before we had been walking for thirty seconds, he grabbed my hand. It felt like we had been dating forever, it felt so comfortable, so right.
As was our relationship for the next few months. I knew that he was more experienced, but he let us take it slow, go steady. It was innocent like an original era Beatle's song. In a situation where someone else might have forced themselves on me, he would look at me and with that beautiful smile say,
"I want to hold your hand."
That is why, eventually, I did give myself to him. It took a lot for me to be ready enough and, when the time came, I still didn't know if I was ready. It hurt, I knew it couldn't be helped, but he tried his best to be gentle and make it good for me and I loved him for that. God, I loved him so much. That is, I loved the man I thought he was. The very next day, I walked in on him and Jasper. The door was unlocked and I thought it would be okay if I just came in. I was wrong. I was wrong about that and I was wrong to think that he would wait for me. That he would love me. I dropped what I had in my hands and ran away to the waste site to throw away my broken heart.
And so I sat there on the hill at dusk, staring at the smoky orange, alone. The machines were off and the only sound was coming from the wind. I had no jacket but I welcomed the breeze that blew under the sleeve of my t-shirt. I listened to the wind and it cleared my mind. I breathed deeply and lied back onto the grass for what I wanted to be eternity.
SEEMS LIKE A ONE SHOT BUT ITS NOT =) HOPING TO MAKE IT A MANY SHOT, OR THAT'S NOT WHAT THEY'RE CALLED, I KNOW BUT YES, THE POINT IS, IT'LL BE LONG. LONGISH AT LEAST. AND THE NEXT CHAPTER WILL BE LESS LIKE A WEIRD PEOMY THING AND LONGER WITH DIALOGUE AND WHATNOT. CHAH.
