Nothing Compares
Bella's heart felt like it would tear into two. Heart strings severed, leaving her panting against the pain of it.
Had he really left her, sated and nude, with the smell of his skin still lingering on every orifice of her body? Had her really given her the best night of her life only to pull the rug from beneath her glass slippers?
"No, Edward. Please . . ."
A sob tore from her lips, soft and tempered by her will to not lose control. Any dignity she had left kept the scream from ripping out of her throat, leashing her heartache and tethering it to her broken soul that undulated and roiled beneath her chest.
A small ting echoed into the night, and Bella blinked against the water blurring her vision. The sound came again, soft yet persistent. Had that been the antagonist that had pulled her out of her slumber, her heaven, where she still believed her lover to be in bed just as content to be close as she had been?
Ting . . . Ting . . . Ting . . .
Her cell phone lay on the floor, underneath a few throw pillows that had been discarded recklessly during their hasty love-making. The sound indicated a message, one that had been sent several hours prior.
Mia Bella –
I had to leave for a family emergency and didn't have the heart to wake you.
I can't tell you what it did to me, having to leave you naked in that bed. I will return when I can.