Paparazzi

by Get Bent

I was the bombshell. I was in love with time, and despite my past, time worked with me to smooth out the wrinkles in my journey. I was famous, hot, rich, and a bombshell. People loved me. Well everyone but him, but who cares? Not me.

19. Never Let This Go

Paparazzi

Maybe if my heart stops beating
It won't hurt this much
And never will I have to respond again to anyone
Please don't get me wrong
Because I'll never let this go
But I can't find the words to tell you
I don't want to be alone
But now I feel like I don't know

~Never Let This Go, Paramore

BPOV:

I wasn't sure where to start. One moment I was lost in my world, I wasn't really headed nowhere, than I had an actual road. I had a purpose. Maybe it was a stupid purpose to most people but it was my purpose therefore only I understood it.

I grinned bitterly at that idea as I continued to go forward on the tour bus. The rain drops crashed against the window.

I was a time bomb. People loved my music, I was admired. Who cared if Edward didn't love me? So what if I was so in love with him I was drowning in it?

I was drowning in sadness. I was drowning in my solitary love and admiration. I was all alone.

I bit down on my lip as the tears finally began to pour. I was a cloud. I had simply been building all this emotion inside of me and now I was raining.

Who cared that he didn't care?

"I do," I whimpered.