Throwing Up Music and My Heart and Shit

E.C.

I took for granted the solid ground she put me on when she was near. Her absence left a resounding echo in me. It shouldn't have been possible to fall in love that hard and fast - not at twenty-one. I was only a kid, and so was she. We didn't know anything about anything except how much our bodies ached for each other.

She was a force of nature, Bella; like a star about to explode into a supernova. No. She was a star collapsing into a black hole, and sucking me in so far I couldn't see daylight. She was all that existed.

I loved that girl. Hard. Hard and fast and brilliantly.

After she left, I tried to find her, tried to get ahold of her and find a way to bring her back into my life. There was no rhyme or reason for her departure, except a call from her dad's number on my phone which I discovered when I woke up and she was gone.

I called him back, hoping he would shed some light on the darkness eclipsing my soul, but the dude already hated me for taking his little girl away for all those months. He was less than helpful; even goaded me a little with the mention of a boyfriend. But I knew that was a lie. Bella was such a good girl when we met - a virgin I thoroughly enjoyed corrupting. She would've told me if there had been someone else in her life.

I think.

Like most things, it started out a little crazy for us. She looked like a model for Gap the first night we met at our concert in Port Angeles. She was leggy and perfect, and just the sight of her made my dick beg to come out and play. We danced and danced and I bought the kid all the beer she could drink that night.

Two days later the guys in the band gathered at the lake where Angela and Jess said they'd be. Bella was there, too, in a sexy as fuck polkadot bikini, floating on a giant yellow innertube. The creeper I am watched her for thirty solid minutes, seeing the sun soak into her creamy flesh and the freckles come out from hiding. I was so jealous of that cold water gliding over her ass and the sun kissing her body.

When I could take no more of the watching - or the hardon - I dove into the water, swam directly underneath her luscious ass cheeks and pulled her right through the middle of the tube. She was less than impressed, and even threw a few venomous curse words my way. They only made me want her more; they sounded like honey on her lips.

But I made it better. I built a little campfire of our own, shared burnt marshmallows and my dry flannel shirt with her. Bella begged for my fingers, but I didn't give in. Not yet. She told me she was a virgin and I was never the type of guy to fuck around without throwing my full heart into it.

I knew when I kissed her while a star shot across the night sky, I was in it for love. And she would be mine.

And then she wasn't.

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A/N: Another update today?! Say what?

Hope you enjoyed Eddie's POV. ❤️

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