A/N: I don't own this, we all know who does. If I did, Rpattz would be rubbing my hip right now, 'cause it hurts like a mother... :D Yay for 2 ½ hours of sleep last night. Ahhhh, blessed Ibuprofen pills... :D
This is unbeta'd, so any and all mistakes belong to me. Like always, that's nothing new.
This is for my wifey, Mrs. Robward. Check out her drabble fic Might Have Been. She's writing it for me...her fanfic favorite girlie. At least that's what she tells me... :)
Thanks to Luxure & EdwardsBloodType for prereading this. Dirty girls... :D They're all over the naughtiness of this story. :D
**disclaimer **
This story is a bit taboo. You'll understand more as we go along. Edward is 18, nothing illegal is happening. Bella is 35. The "She" will be introduced in due time...
When Bella says "You" she means Edward and when Edward says "You" he means Bella. They're talking to each other in this. In their thoughts, anyway. And the "He" or "Him" or "His" is Bella's husband, the Reverend.
Like I said, you'll learn more as we go along. :) Until then, enjoy the ride.
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… Chapter Two - Broken … Edward …
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Her skin isn't as soft as yours.
Her hair smells the same, the same shampoo, but it's not the same. It's just wrong enough.
Seeing you with him hurts me, breaks me.
He can't love you the way I do.
He can't touch you the way I do.
You told me, I know. Yet you stand with him, smile for him.
It's not the smiles you give to me. The ones that light up your whole face.
I can see your smile in her, and it calms me, makes things bearable.
If I can't have you, I can have her, right?
The next best thing to you.
"You coming over tonight?" she asks, her face full of hope and happiness.
My lips find her cheek, nodding assurance that I'll be there.
I can't pass up a chance to see you, even if it's under the guise of seeing her.
She would break if she ever found out about us, about the way I feel for you.
At least then, she and I would match. We'd both be broken.
Broken over you.
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A/N: Another chapter tomorrow. We'll hear from Bella again. Things will be picking up.
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