Disclaimer : Don't own anything.
Note : Rated M for mature themes. Dark story.
So, I had that English test a couple hours ago. And I thought, I'd just give a real fanfiction a go. Enjoy.
Prologue
Since the beginning, he told me to stay away. Because he couldn't, he was too drawn to me, in the same way I was to him. After all, we were two halves of the same item; and as much as I knew then that he was wrong for me and full of shit, I couldn't walk away. I never could. And given the opportunity, I don't think I ever would have. Perfect me was head over heels for bad boy Edward.
That's the thing about love; it makes you do stupid things. Or rather, not exactly the good, gentle guy who would give a promise ring and marry you someday. But it didn't matter. Even if he did all kinds of appalling, unhealthy stuff, I still loved him. Because Edward was just that charming. Nobody could deny him anything, especially if he asked properly and wasn't too stoned to give you his cooked grin. The same smile I can still see nowadays… It doesn't matter anymore. What we had was in the past, and I've got more than memories to cherish.
He used to say, it was such a waste for me to be with him. That ''every fucking time, I'm only corrupting you more''. Not that it changed anything. He needed me too much to push me away, and so did I. Despite the booze, the drugs, and all. He was fascinating. I still think so. It's a shame, really, that in the end, it as him, the waste. And, such a waste…
Yet he never told me anything until it was too late. He continued to rant about nonsense, crack stupid jokes. I used to think he had the most gorgeous voice ever. Although he was very handsome indeed, I was a real sucker for his voice. I could have listened to him night and day long. He just had a way with words, even drunk and high. He could talk me into anything.
Maybe that's why I didn't in fact see the truth. He spoke, spoke, never really promised, but… And I carried on listening. Except that words are only that - letters put together that merely you will remember in the end. They can do no more; provide you a life, or save you. I learned that the hard way.
Only now, I actually understand that all we ever had was smoke. Only smoke, lots of, plumes and plumes of smoke. Something that I could never catch, however I kept on trying. But that's just who he was. Back then, I didn't care. And to be truthful, I'm not sure I do today itself.