Bella:
"So, how's Alice?" I asked him.
"Oh, she's fine, just couple of months and her baby will be due." He answered.
"Well, that's great!" I managed to squeeze out a grin. I clutched my paper cup more tightly.
"Thank you. How are you doing?"
"Pretty decent, I guess." I looked into his eyes, hoping that he could see the remains of the tears. He avoided my glances.
"Well, I gotta go fetch Alice from her work. Bye, hope to see you again." He throws me with these words and left, like what he did two years ago. I stared at his back view as he leave.
Decent. My foot. Those crying at night, and memories of the times we were together that kept coming back.
I will never forget that day.
Two years ago.
"Hey darling, would you mind meeting me for a while? Just the café we met last time." He speaks softly through the microphone, like a drug, lulling me to sleep.
"Ohkay!" I exclaimed.
It been a long while since he asked me out, he's been pretty busy with his project this month, thinking of it, it seems like the first date for the month! I quickly opened my closet and search for the perfect dress to wear to the café, I took out a pink dress, with a petite bow at the waist and floral prints, and tried it on, and I stared into the mirror. It looked too grand. I tried on spaghetti strap shirt with shorts and wore it. I sprayed a little perfume, Chanel No.5, which I just bought because he said its nice smelling. I took my handbag and rushed for the door.
I reached the café and chose a seat, a comfortable two-seater. After ten minutes, he reached.
"Hey darling, let's sit over there, ohkay?" He pointed to the sofa with four seats.
"But I thought it's the two of us?" I mumbled, he took my hand reached for the sofa.
"Let's order!"
"Wait, there's someone I want you to meet." He looked down. I have never seen him looking so remorseful, like he did something wrong.
"Hello, erm. Edward?" A small, gentle and petite voice sprang out. I looked up and saw a girl. She is pretty, I mean pretty isn't enough to describe her, she's like someone that walked out of a book- hazel brown hair, pink glossy lips, and curvy "dumb-bell" shape figure.
"This is Bella." Edward said, pointing to me.
"Hi."
"Hi." I Replied.
Edward stood up and held her hand, I was taken aback, and I realized a couple of tears brimmed up in my eyes. He told me that she is his true love. I can't believe how thick-skinned he could get; I stood up and walked away, clenching my fist. My first love ended, just like this?