Chapter 48
There was silence in the room.
Until Emmett stood up and started yelling.
"Edward was at my show? At MY show?" He and Rosalie jumped up and down a bit and shrieked excitedly. He grabbed her phone to look at it.
"He was seen leaving right after you were done! He was there for you!"
"Holy shit. That's him. Holy fuck! Edward Cullen was at MY fucking show!" He held the phone down to me.
I didn't take it, but I glanced at it. It was him, in a baseball hat with a beer in his hand leaning against one of the back poles.
Posted on a fan of the headliners' Instagram, who tagged Emmett.
"Oh, shit. Bella, I'm sorry." He pulled the phone away, but the image was burned into my eyes.
"Don't be. It's amazing! Wow! The publicity is going to be incredible!" I half-feigned excitement and got up to hug him.
"What am I missing?" Rosalie asked.
"Nothing, it's… you know, just surprising. There's been no sighting of him since they broke up. But he went to Emmett's show!" I smiled and rubbed his arm. "I'm gonna go shower, I smell like booze and regret."
I stumbled blindly down the short hallway to my room, fighting back the hot tears that threatened to spill over. Rosalie and Emmett's hushed conversation faded in the background.
He was in town. He was at my client's gig. Maybe thirty feet from me.
And he couldn't even be bothered to say hello.
I shouldn't have been surprised. I shouldn't have been angry. But I was both of them.
Sitting on my bed, I tried to figure out how I felt besides irate. I contemplated breaking something. Smashing the contents of my room and being the Dragon he was on that bus.
I wiped the one furious tear I let escape with the back of my hand and got over it.
Edward Cullen was nothing. Nothing to me like I was to him.
Nothing but ancient history.