Paparazzi
Everyone's POV:
Nobody was quite sure of what to do. Bella was thoroughly confused by her emotions for Edward and Edward wasn't sure if he was ready for the relationship with someone as impressive as Bella.
Edward rubbed the back of his neck as they stood in awkward silence. James was, of course, too preoccupied with a phone call to have noticed the silence when he hung up.
"So I want to cover lots of land. Bella you will love Mexico, rich in culture, pyramids, good food, your kind of thing. And Edward the people over in Europe love you. They've got the Eiffel Tower, the castles in Ireland, and the beautiful architecture and culture in Spain."
They both nodded to whatever James said. But neither Bella nor Edward were listening, they were too busy avoiding each other's gaze. "I'm glad you two finally began to get along."He sighed and walked off to his limo.
Bella took a step forward. She would just have to say it. She would just say her feelings and expose it.
"You're a great friend. I really enjoyed myself." He interrupted her. Bella looked up hurt. Did he say a great friend?
Edward awkwardly cleared his throat not sure what else he could say without exposing himself. He was being coward when Bella had reached her moment of bravery.
She gulped down all her emotions and nodded somberly. "Yeah, it was great finally getting to know you. Thank you for everything." Then she picked up her purse and walked away.
Edward stared after dumbfounded. She was hurt, he knew that much. She hadn't hugged him or shaken his hand. He took a step forward to call out her name but she was already in her limo driving off to the airport.
He blinked clearing his head. What was left to do now? Was this the part where he ran after her, attempted to stop an airplane, confessed his feelings?
He sighed. That he could do, but if Bella rejected him, he wouldn't be able to take it. He bit down on his lip and walked off into the nearest bar.
Bella cried on her way to the airport.
A/N
I named this chapter, Mr. Brocklehurst, simply because of his poor attempts for an intimate goodbye with Jane when she ran off to help her Aunt. This is a Jane Eyre thing in case you don't know who the hell Mr. Brocklehurst or Jane are, lol.