Disclaimer: I do not Twilight.
Her POV
I made my way up the steps to the club as silently as I could, smiling and nodding at the greeter while pointing at the bar as she asked me if I'd like to be seated. There was no need to waste a waiter's time or take up table space.
I wasn't there for pleasure.
I didn't have to look for him in this crowd of Thursday night diners.
I could hear his laughter over the murmuring crowd.
I would know that loud booming snort of laughter anywhere as it had haunted both my dreams and nightmares.
I looked to find him sitting with her in the corner. I knew that table well. It over looked the street and Old Capital. It was gorgeous and his favorite.
We had shared that tabled before.
Before we hated each other.
Before everything was ruined.
"What would you like to drink?" the young guy from behind the bar asked. Without thinking I ordered a Guinness.
It was his go to drink.
I could still remember how it tasted on his lips.
"You look lovely in that blue," Edward said in a quiet tone as he looked at me with dark, excited eyes.
"You wanted this," I commented as I looked around, feeling out of place as we were the youngest people in the room.
The older couples stared at us as we were too young to be there, but Edward knew someone who let us in.
Could they tell that we were playing at being adults?
"I did not want this," he corrected me with a grin that set my blood to boil that was so Edward. "I wanted to listen to the band. You decided to come along."
"But you're glad I'm here, aren't you?" I teased knowing he was.
He had shown it in the car with his wandering hands and stolen kisses on the way here.
"I am," he admitted slowly before reaching across the table to take hold of my hand in his.
The bartender sat the drink down before me, jarring me back to the present as I nodded and quickly slid over my credit card.
I looked over at Edward once more.
He was smiling.
His hand intertwined with hers' from across the table just like he had done with me.
My heart pounded against my ribs with what felt like white hot rage.
I watched as his fingers caressed the top of her hand.
It was such an innocent touch, but I knew better.
There was nothing about Edward Cullen that was innocent.
I watched as he stood up just as another group of people stopped by the table to talk. I could see them fawning over her and the ring on her finger as she blushed while talking. It was a sweet image that made my stomach turn as he stared at her adoringly as she probably shared the story of how he asked.
"Maybe we should get married?" I offered as he sat there with his head in his hands. "I mean, it's not the worst idea."
"Are you fucking kidding?" he laughed humorlessly. "You want to give up everything and marry me?"
"I just said it's not the worst idea," I countered defensively as I felt the sting of rejection in his laughter.
"No, it is the worst idea. It's the worst fucking idea possible," he said, finally looking up at me with cold, dark eyes.
AN:
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