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Note: Here's my new piece, the idea came to me last night, so tell me what you guys think. I used Howie Day's Collide for this story, simply love that song and the words he used. :) Have fun! R & R thanks!
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PROLOGUE
For a man who's as picky, stubborn and hard to please like Edward Cullen, everything was fortunately going very well;
he has a penthouse in one of the tallest buildings in New York City, he has wonderful parents and siblings, a wonderful career, women who loved him and of course, one woman in particular with whom he has the "no strings attached" fiasco going on. The only thing he didn't have was a break away from everything he has already had, or so his family assumed.
Hence his father decided to send him to Europe to set up a branch of the family business after much pestering by his mother. They've always wanted Edward to be happy, and even though Edward's happy with the life he's leading, it wasn't the life his mother wanted him to go on with for good.
Reluctantly, he packed up his bags and took his private jet supposedly to Italy with his loyal butler, Charles, in tow. Charles has been with the family even before Edward came into the world.
Edward laid his head on the headrest, hoping the get some rest before they reached Italy where he knew he would instantly forget about his rest and jump into work. His private jet was a gift from his father after he secured his first multi-billion dollar deal at the age of 25 two years ago.
"Master Cullen", Edward felt a pat on his shoulder. He stirred from his sleep, annoyed. Edward refused to open his eyes, "I'm sure it can wait Charles"
As Edward attempted to fall back into his deep slumber, Charles continued, "Sir, I think there has been a situation and I'm afraid we will have to pull an emergency landing at the Vienna International Airport"
That woke Edward up and the next thing you know, the plane was already landing on the runway.
He had no choice but to get down from the plane and was thrown into another pool of bad luck when the technicians told him that his plane needed some long-term repairs. Edward had no time for "long-term repairs".
Naturally, it only makes sense if he took a commercial flight to Trieste instead.
"Mister Cullen, I'm afraid all flights out to Italy are fully booked for the whole of next week for all airlines", a airport steward, with his thick Austrian-accented English shook his head as Edward and Charles waited at the ticket counter.
Edward scoffed, "This is a joke isn't it?". He was sure that there has to be at least a little good luck left for him and some hope to hold on to after two hours of waiting in line at the ticket counter.
The airport steward, by the name of Gustav as read on his name tag, apologised, "Sorry, sir. IT's the Italian Grand Prix and everyone's heading over to Italy"
Edward moved in closer and cleared his throat. "The Grand Prix is in Monza, near Milan. I'm heading to Trieste, there's a very huge difference". He knew his facts well, he knew Europe better than anyone he has ever known and he had to be wary of the steward in case he was being cheated.
The steward stood firm on his stand. "Yes but everyone's flying all over Italy to get to Milan in time for the event. I'm so sorry"
Edward had no choice, yet again, but gave up. He said, "Okay. So what is the fastest alternative that can get me to Trieste as soon as possible?"
Gustav paused to think for a moment and then immediately smiled, like a light bulb just lit at the side of his thinking brain, figuratively. "There's the railway, with multiple stops along the way, but it will be fast enough to get you to Trieste"
"Very well", Edward sighed and turned to Charles,"Get me on the next train to Trieste"
Charles nodded and headed off to do whatever that needed to be done. Edward looked around at all the strangers bustling from left to right and felt weird. He was supposed to be used to this sight in New York with a million of people everyday and yet, it was different in Vienna. It felt colder and stranger.
He found a place to seat while waiting for Charles and pulled out his blackberry.
Edward smiled, as God wasn't cruel to him one bit by leaving him a tiny bit of luck as he watched the network reception bar on his blackberry piling up to the maximum.
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Bella Swan squeezed in between men and women at the railway station to keep moving forward. Her small frame allowed herself to be pushed through the large crowd before her. She was lucky enough to get tickets to Trieste, Italy, even when everyone else has been finding numerous ways to get into the country.
"Verzeihung!", she pushed past a group of Asian tourists along the way as well as some kids running around. Bella has been in Austria for six weeks and slowly, she learned to pick up the language. But she could only do the basics of course, like "Verzeihung" which only meant "Excuse me".
Bella dashed to the entrance of the train and quickly showed the attendant her ticket before getting on board. "Vielen Dank", she thanked the attendant and scrambled off to find her cart.
It took her awhile to search for her train cart after getting lost a few times because of the numbers and signs in German. Bella immediately swung the door of her cart open and it revealed two stretch of seats on both sides and a man, surprisingly, one of the most foreign man she has ever seen with his Greek God features. Since she was an artist, she could easily tell the angles of his face even if it's from the side profile.
He didn't bother looking up and instead, had his eyes fixed on his black MacAir in front of him.
Bella took the seat opposite of him with a foldable table separating the both of them. When the man still showed no sign of polite gesture, Bella frowned and dreaded at the thought of being stuck in a cart with a crude man for the rest of the journey as she saw the train station pulling further and further away from the window.
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"I somehow find,
you and I,
Collide"