I obviously don't own anything Twilight, except for a 'Team Edward' pen...
This is my first attempt at a drabble fic, after reading a couple and decided it was a cute concept.
Also, this is not beta'd so every mistake is my own.. I'm sorry!
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CHAPTER ONE.
On a Saturday evening in November, I was finally able to go out again, but not after Jasper and Emmett had dragged me over to our favorite club, Eclipse.
Today was exactly three months after it happened, my future ruined, my happiness thrown away into the nearest trashcan, my heart in bits and pieces. And the worst of all?
Everything reminded me of her. Just every fucking little thing.
I just sat there, at the bar with my friend Jasper and my older brother, Emmett.
We just ordered a round of new drinks, and it was only my second beer for the night. Emmett was slightly drunk already, in the middle of his talking-too-much mode, and, and Jasper kept eye fucking a small black-haired woman who was doing the same to him.
I was out with friends, yeah, but I still felt lonely, out of place, not right. At least they had a nice night.
It was only a bit after midnight, Jasper went dancing with the lady from earlier, with the black spiky hair, who came up and had the guts to ask him –since he hadn't. Emmett and I just sat in our booth, sipping our drinks and talking occasionally.
I knew that Emmett had a hard time not talking about the break-up. However, it was better that way. That did not take away the fact that I felt extremely guilty towards him. She had been the best friend of Emmet's girlfriend: Rosalie.
It's not like I was the one to tell Emmett not to bring Rosalie with him, no, I'm not that rude.
Or that honest.
However, I guessed it was a Jasper-action. On the other hand, maybe Rosalie herself came to the idea that I would associate her with her. That was nice of Rosalie, and I'm glad she doesn't hate my guts for our break-up. She was a though girl, and her words had hurt me in the past, but she was a good person who knew how much pain a broken heart could cause.
After all, it wasn't even me who broke up with my Girl.
Emmett was telling me all about his newest game for his Xbox. I was trying to pay as much attention as I could, but failed and only learned that it had something to do with the UEFA-League in soccer.
I nodded or smiled at him in the appropriate pauses for that, and he just went on chatting about things that are ordinary and extra-ordinary –but ordinary for him.
Then I just looked around a bit at the variety of people and their behavior. While doing so, my gaze shifted toward the dimly lit bar, where the different glasses and liquor bottles reflected the lighting, and I think I just lost it.
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