I don't own Twilight. SM does.
11.
Edward
Why is life so unfair?
This amazing, formidable, sexy (so fucking sexy!) woman was dangled in front of me, and yet she had a boyfriend, and I turned into a blithering idiot in front of her. After my conversation with Esme at dinner I had wondered if maybe she wasn't with Emmett after all but then his arm around her was pretty telling, and the way she smiled up at him.
I was very grateful that the rehearsal dinner ended fairly early. Apparently Alice wanted everyone to have their beauty sleep.
I retired to my room with my precious second piece of cake.
We were in a beautiful, hotel which was a little remote, and each large, luxurious room came with a balcony that overlooked wild, rugged forest. After a quick phone call to my parents, I pulled off my tie, socks and shoes, placed my iPhone in the provided speaker dock and headed outside with a bottle of Becks from the mini-bar.
Smoking had been a vice of mine for many years, but I had managed, last year, to quit, except for stressful situations. And Bella was definitely causing me stress.
I pulled out a cigarette, lit it, inhaled and felt the smoke burn my lungs. I blew out a few smoke rings into the crisp night air as I leaned over the balcony rail. My iPhone playlist started playing Red Hot Chlli Peppers.
Scar tissue that I wish you saw
Sarcastic mister know it all
Close your eyes and I'll kiss you 'cause
With the birds I'll share
With the birds I'll share
This lonely view
I sang along as I smoked my cigarette. A bird squawked in the distance.
With the birds I'll share
This lonely view
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I also don't own'Scar Tissue' by the Red Hot Chili Peppers.