Helloooooo! Welcome to my new fic :) This is light and fluffy, a writing exercise for me. I'm trying my hand at writing in third person. So this may suck. Or it may not. We'll have to see how it goes.
Some housekeeping...
This first chapter is unbeta'd *gasp* Does that scare ya? Yeah me too!
Preread by my virtual pain in the butt, BB Masen-Cullen. Just kiddin' babes, love ya! *mwah*
Now for my other stories... calm the farm! Updates are in the process of being written. This little treasure is floating around in my head and won't let me be all heavy and shit with the other fics. They're coming, I promise!
Lastly, yes this is a drabble. I'll try for daily updates, but you know sometimes RL gets in the way ;)
Ok...go read! Press that little review button at the end and tell me what you think!
Sonia :)
Edward pushed open the glass doors of the upmarket bar. The need for a strong drink or three was at the forefront of his mind, to wipe away the hurt, anger and memories.
Today had been the worst day of his life. He thought things couldn't get any worse than the day she told him she didn't love him anymore.
Three months later when the wedding invitation arrived, his heart felt like it had been ripped out of his chest once again. The realisation that she had indeed moved on—that she was never coming back tore the last shred of hope from within.
Why would she torture him like this? Did she want to see the last of his dignity wither away to nothing?
Being the masochist he was, he attended the ceremony. He stood at the back of the church, hoping no one would see or recognise him. Nor did he want anyone to see the traitorous tears streaking his face, as the love of his life professed to belong to another.
He snuck back out of the church, leaving the remnants of his former life behind. Three years together and she was able to move on so quickly. He'd wanted to get married, asked her numerous times, and each time her answer was the same. She wasn't ready. It was obvious she was just not with him.