Edward's POV:
Oh god. Where the hell is she?
Why isn't she answering? Fuck I should have listened to my parents when they warned me about her.
"Where is Tanya?" I heard my mother ask as she walked into the room.
"I don't know, we've been trying to call her but we haven't been able to reach her." I muttered still pacing the length of the room, rubbing a hand over my face.
"Ed, it's been two hours man, I don't think she's coming." Emmett whispered, as he walked into the room only to realize my mother was there with me. "Sorry." He muttered before rushing back out of the room.
I could feel my mother's gaze as I continued to pace the length of the room.
*Ring*Ring* *Ring*
"Tan? Hey, where are you?" I asked, worried.
"I'm sorry, Edward. I couldn't go through with it. I left the ring, and everything else at your apartment. My clothes and the rest of my stuff will be gone by the time you get home." She finally said.
"What? Why? Was it something I did?" I asked her, confused.
"No. It's nothing you did. I just realized that I couldn't go through with it because we don't really love each other. And going through with it would make us both more miserable in the long run…" She replied.
"What? We do love each other. What are you talking about?" I asked her, frowning.
"No. We don't, Edward. Look how much we fight when we're together. We're happier when we're apart. Stop trying to lie to yourself and just accept it. We should have broken up a long time ago. This isn't working out. It hasn't been for a long time. We are two different people then we were when we first got together." She sighed.
I felt my shoulders drop as I heard what she was saying. She's not happy with me. Hasn't been for a long time.
So, she waited for the wedding day to arrive for her to say something. Typical Tanya. Always has to do things her way.
"So, that's it huh." I finally replied. "You're not happy with how your life is going, so you waited until we paid for a wedding that wasn't going to happen before deciding you don't want this and booked it." I replied, coldly.
"That isn't it and you know it."
"Whatever. Thanks a lot." I muttered, hanging up.
"What happened, dear?" I heard my mother ask behind me.
"Nothing. The wedding is off. Tell everyone to go home, and sorry for wasting their time. I need to go. I need to get out of here." I mumbled as I made my way out of the church, pulling at the bow tie.
Two Hours Later:
Bella's POV:
"You should have told him that you felt this way months ago, Tanya." I whispered, shaking my head as I helped her load another box into the U-Haul.
"He'll be ok. He'll survive. I'm not wife material anyway. Never have been." She muttered, with a shrug.
I rolled my eyes at her before dropping the box and heading back inside to get another one.
Within hours we were finished getting all her crap out of the quaint blue gray stonebrooke house.
"Thanks for your help, B. I really appreciate it." She whispered, pulling me in for a hug.
"Yeah, yeah. I hope you realize that you're doing more bad than good by just upping and moving back to New York like this. People will hate you. You know the Cullens are well loved people here in this city. It won't look good for either of us." I warned.
"Everyone loves you too, Bella. No one would ever hate you." She whispered.
"They might, especially since I'm one of your closest friends…" I muttered.
"You'll be ok, B. I know it. I'll see you around the holidays. After I get settled in." She promised, pulling me into a hug, and kissing my cheek before climbing into the large truck.
I sighed, shaking my head, "Okay, well. Drive safely." I replied.
I stood there, watching her drive off until she disappeared around the corner before walking towards my car, sighing as I turned the key in the ignition of my mini coop and drove back home.
Author's Note:
Hello again, so I moved a month ago, and I have been extremely busy.
Not to mention all the stress, Ive been under.
So, I've been trying to destress myself by writing but I can't seem to get any words down on paper, so here's a two shot for now. Sorry, if its not good.