The Best Man
Disclaimer: Stephenie Meyers owns all Twilight and the Character
Song(s) for the Chapter:
Breath me By: Sia
Chapter 4
BPOV
I turned around facing the person who was pushing me on the swing. The face was blurry with all the tears coming down my face and I only saw an outline. I felt their hand brush the tears off my cheeks and I closed my eyes allowing this to happen. When I finally opened my eyes I saw who it was. It was Edward, and he was here in the meadow with me. How many times I had wished for this to happen, and here it was coming true.
"I'm so sorry," he said kneeling in front of me. "I know that I owe you so much more then that."
"You just left me," I said in a whisper. "No note, no phone call, not even an explanation."
"Bella," he said putting his forehead against me. When he did this I sat up and got off the swing.
"Why," I demanded. He didn't say anything he just stood there frozen. "Edward why did you leave?"
"I'll tell you," he said. "Can you come over and sit on the swing?"
"Why," I asked.
"I want to be able to look you in the eye when I tell you the truth," he said hanging his head down. If he was finally going to tell me the truth then I could at least sit on the swing. "Do you remember that last day?"
"Of course," I told him. "I have relived it so many times trying to see where it all went wrong."
"It was all my doing," he told me. "When I got home I started thinking about us and our future."
"What was wrong with that," I asked him trying not to cry.
"While I was thinking something came over me," he said. He put his face into his hands and started to sob. "It had nothing to do with you, believe me. I got scared and the only thing I knew to do was to leave."
"So that's it," I said. "You got scared, and you left. You're not answering my question though."
"I'm afraid that you'll hate me for sure," he said.
"How could I hate you anymore," I responded placing my hand on his shoulder.
"I was scared because I hadn't experienced anything new," he said with his head still hanging low.
"What experiences do you mean," I said to him. It took me another minute before the answer clicked. What he meant was sexual experiences and other women. My blood was boiling and I wanted to hit him. "You asshole!"
"Please Bella," he said as I got up. "They meant nothing to me."
"You son of a bitch," I yelled at him. "That's why you left me so that you could go and sleep around with other women."
"Bella," he said grabbing my arm. "You're the only one I have ever loved. They meant nothing, they could never take your place."
He had my arm so that I couldn't go anywhere. He was pleading me to listen but I was pissed off. I did the only thing I could do. I faced him and slapped him as hard as I could seeing if he would let me go. As I made contact with his face my hand stung, but he didn't flinch or let me go.
"I hate you," I said breaking down and punching his chest. "You broke my heart, and never looked back."
"Bella," he said grabbing me and pulling me to his chest. "Let it out, love. I'm not going anywhere, I promise."
I took in his embrace and cried. Eight years of pain and hurt came flooding out. He didn't move or flinch, he stood there holding me not saying a word.
"Bella," he said finally. "I need to tell you something."
"Okay," I told him looking up to meet his gaze.
"I love you," he told me. "I've always loved you from the first moment I saw you in biology class almost ten years ago. Those other women meant nothing to me. They never made me feel the way I feel about you. I wanted you to know that Bella. I love you and promise to never make the same mistake twice."
"Edward," I said. It was all that I could say to him. The tears had stopped and it was time to heal at last. "There had never been anyone else but you. I just wished that you could've talked to me before you left."
After I finished speaking, I felt his lips on mine. This kiss wasn't like the ones before he left. His kiss had longing and passion in it, and I had never felt that before. I had missed him so much that what little bite of hate I had for him disappeared then. I welcomed his kissed by kissing him back. I guided my hands up to hair and locked my fingers in that bronze colored hair that I loved.
"I've missed you," he said when he caught his breath. "I love you Bella Swan and want to spend everyday making it up to you."
"Edward," I had started to say but he cut me off.
"You don't have to decide tonight," he told me. "I'm catching the red-eye to New York tomorrow night and I won't go unless you don't want me to."
He kissed my forehead before leaving me alone in the meadow to think. What was I going to do?
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The next chapter will have Edward's point of view of the meadow.