Edward's pathetic excuse for a breakup, from his point of veiw. Sorry if it's a little short.
I am NOT, in any way, shape, or form, Stephanie Meyer. Therefore, I own nothing.
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Why do we do these things?
We steal, we cheat, we lie, we deceive.
And for what?
Is it so wrong to be honest, even if just for a moment?
To tell the truth, always, even in the face of death and danger?
Some would think me a fool, a thoughtless dreamer.
Perhaps they're right. Perhaps not.
Honestly, I don't know.
I cannot bring myself to describe how I am able to stand here, facing her. I want to take back all that I've said thus far, drop to my knee and beg her for her forgiveness. Surely I must be damned for eternity for the pure evil of hurting her this way.
But what choice do I have? Do I stay and risk her life, again, just for my own selfish happiness? For one second, I consider the possibility. But only for a second.
She pleads to me.
"Don't. Don't do this"
Barely a whisper, but loud enough for me to hear the tangible pain in her voice.
God, if you exist to a demon like me, end me, here and now!
Strike me down where I stand; I do not deserve to exist for this sin, this grievous lie. Surely death is better than this. Better than having to look her full in the face and tell her that she is nothing.
Intentionally trying to convince her that I don't love her more than anything.
Author's Note:
Thanks for reading! I know that it's very short; It's all I could really come up with. I think, though, that it turned out okay. I'm happy with it.
However, my happiness isn't what's important, now, is it? NO!
Your's is! So, show me you love it(or hate it): REVEIW!