Hi :]]
Long time no write...
Sorry about that, I had 3 exams last week and I got 3 finals this week.
But Im feeling really iffy on whether or not I should continue this story, I just dont seem to be getting a response.
No reviews (which I really dont care as long as the stories added to the favorites)
&& Im only on 3 peoples alert list, 206 hits and 1 review.
I feel quite depressed to say the least :[
SPOV
As the door closed I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding. I stood in silence, staring at the front door, until the soft moans of Abi and Howard ruined the serene bliss. Annoyed, I slowly walked to my piano and sat to play and all familiar melody to drown out the sounds of their ecstasy. There was so much I had yet to tell him, I didn't know if he could handle knowing.
My fingers continued to rush upon the keys playing the soft song. Three years after Edwards death I added words to the song. Then, a few years back, I sold the rights to it to Interscope Records, some singer named Samantha Mumba recorded it, renaming it Never Meant to Be. I must admit, she was perfect for the song. Edward use to love the song so I figured it's be the best song to use to convey his memories.
I refused to stop playing, I just couldn't listen to them tonight, not with my body longing for Edward; just three doors down. A sharp, piercing scream erupted from upstairs. I groaned. It was going to be a long night.
EPOV
I walked to my parents' former home. I couldn't believe what I just did, I kissed her. What was I to tell Bella; oh, how I betrayed her! I am a horrible man- a monster! I don't know what to do; this feeling that is suddenly coming to be is un-comprehensible, I've never felt intensity such as this. I made it to the front door of my parents' home, I reached out to grab the handle. I took a deep breath before I opened the door.
SPOV
They finally tired themselves out, so it was safe to go upstairs. I entered Edwards' old study and went directly to the safe. Edward mad sure it was built into the wall, hidden behind a painting; I'm certain that if technology in 1917, when the house was built, allowed, he would of installed a panic room. He was always a bit paranoid of my safety, even though in public he had to "punish" me.
Every time he hit me you could just see how much it pained him. He wasn't that type of man; yes he gambled occasionally, had a brandy occasionally, smoked occasionally, but he was a good man. He made sure I was happy, that I had all the finer things.
23-15-17-34-12-01 I thought as I spun the dial to the safe, at the end opening it. I looked through the contents, blue prints, deeds, birth certificates and social security cards, death certificates, Edwards prized Cuban Cigars, money, and Edwards journal. I grabbed the journal; I figured he'd want to read it. I shut the safe and swung the painting back into place.
I walked over to the grand, dark, mahogany wood desk and poured me a glass of ninety year old scotch; its been sitting in its glass bottle, with the glasses on the corner of the desk since before Edward was rushed to the hospital. The desk hasn't changed much in the last nine decades, the picture of Edward and I on our wedding day still in its place, only thing added was the Dell computer and all of its accessories. I took a seat in the office chair I bought for the room last year, the old wooden was just too uncomfortable.
For the rest of the evening I sat, drank brandy, and reminisced on my days with Edward.
There ya go :]]
you now know what song has been bugging Edward.
did you like? was it bad?