A/N:
Not much to say with this one. It's a short intro of what's to come. Sorry if this throws you for a loop...
Part 2 will come when you guys want it, it's written and ready to post so leave a comment if you want it sooner or later.
xo
"Would you shoot first, or get shot?"
11:04 am
It's the third show, we're somewhere in northern Australia, I think. The truth is I lost track and haven't bothered to look at where I am. I've kept my eyes forward, going on with the day as normally as possible, and praying she doesn't see through me. I don't know anything else.
All I know right now is that I need to make my decision.
1:42 pm
It's lunchtime. She sits across from me, giggling with Adam and George but the smile isn't reaching her eyes. She's not dumb; she knows me inside out. Her eyes catch mine from across the catering tent, and I look away, but from the glimpse I knew she knew something was wrong. It's all her looks have been saying, but I've done everything in my power to avoid it. I've gone to bed before the show finishes and pretended to sleep when she comes on the bus and have "happen to have headed out" during every one of her breaks.
I never thought I would feel happy to have to act as if I don't know Bella.
3:27 pm
It has to be me.
Scientists for years have always said that at the end of it all, humans will put survival over anything, so I guess what I'm about to do is natural.
I know I'll get shot if I don't shoot first, and I know Bella's shot would sting. Every shot would ring with the sounds of truth, piercing my ears whispering: "You could have never been enough for her, Edward, and you were ridiculous for thinking you could be."
So, I'm doing what some would call the selfish thing but I am calling necessary.
New Message to: Bells
Meet me on the bench by the river outside the venue during your break at 5. -E
5:04 pm
God, she looks so beautiful. I first saw her long dark hair emerge from the fog, memories of my fingers tangling themselves in it like I'm preforming a piano piece and every strand of hair is a key. She looks as rough as I do; we both know we haven't slept these past 2 days.
I look away. If I look too long ,I'll pull back on my decision and it will be my heart left in pieces.
My eyes zero in on the cracks in the stones beneath my feet. Getting in character for the past hour hasn't been close to enough to prepare me for this.
This would be the hardest role of my life.
I have to play a man who hurts the love of his life.
A/N: Let me know when you want part 2.
xx, S