BPOV
The morning was nicely fresh and calm. The clouds covered the sky and the autumn breeze entered through my window. The coffee machine poured down my favorite beverage and I scheduled the rest of my day for indoor activities... so I stayed in pjs.
My mother and I talked for half an hour on the phone and I talked with my dad for the next half. Breakfast, reading, lying in silence and lying listening to music... I tried to keep myself as entertained as possible to avoid thoughts on last night.
Suddenly, a letter swoop in from under the door with my name in beautiful cursive writing on it. I peeked on the hole on my door, but no one was there.
My curiosity couldn't handle too much mystery, so I read the letter as I ate lunch.
"Dear Bella,
I needed to formely apologize for my behaviour last night. I did not want you to see me as the violent man I have been trying to leave behind me all these years. I am aware that a proper apologize needs to be done in presentation, and not through a letter, so this is why I take advantage of your attention and invite you to dinner tonight, as I know you don't have to cover hours at the gallery.
I'll be outside your building at 8 o'clock. If you can ever forgive me, please join me for dinner. If you don't, I'll understand and leave.
Expecting to see you tonight,
Edward."
EPOV
I waited outside her building, right on schedule, hands (surprisingly, I never knew they could do that, again) shaking.
I stood by my car, waiting for the clock to announce it was too late, and that she wasn't coming down. The infamous scene went through my head over and over, and the horror in her face haunted me. I wouldn't be standing here if there wasn't any hope.
I don't deserve happiness... i feel bad for wanting her forgiveness... for asking for her forgiveness. But I ached for it, I need it. I want her to heal me, since nothing ever has, and she is not just "nothing".
Suddenly, my heart skipped a beat. Her silhouette formed outside the building, and a huge grin ran through my face... but then I saw her in sweatpants.
All hope... gone. I understand that sweatpants are what women use when they stay at home. She wasn't going to have dinner with me, maybe she wouldn't even listen what I have to say. What is the point of living, anymore?
When I had a chance of giving my life a meaning (yes, this is how special this stranger is to me) I spoil it all up.
Life is not for me.
"Hi" she greeted. Of course, as polite as she might be, she might just be here to nicely blow me off.
"Hi" I managed to say, in the same polite tone.
"Look, I have to be honest with you." She began, "my plan for this day off was to stay at home and eat. I really don't want to go out..."
My face dropped, I suddenly couldn't hear anything. I felt a hole in my chest, one in the shape of her fist.
-"Edward?"
-"I'm sorry... uh..."
-"Are you ok?"
-"Not really... I'm sorry" I rubbed my face and tried to focus. "What was it, again?"
She scoffed...
-"I saaiid... you can get italian food and we can eat inside my apartement, because I don't feel like eating... but if you have other more important things to think about... woah."
The grin grew back to my face, maybe that was the reason of her last expression.
-"I'll be back in 20 mins tops!" I said as I jumped inside my stupid slow volvo. I could get there and back in way less than 20mins but I couldn't make another mistake like that.
