Learning to Fall: Boys Like Girls

Edward/Bella

EPOV

I rushed out of the flower shop, needing some fresh air before I completely snapped. The door chimed as I walked out and I walked a couple of blocks before I slumped onto a bench. I pulled my hands through my already messy hair, trying not to scream. I couldn't believe she wanted freakin roses in her wedding when I knew her favorite flower was the lily. I sat there for a few minutes, trying to get myself together. I needed to go back. She was waiting on me. I stood up and started walking towards the shop again. When I got there, she was waiting and she was pissed.

"What the hell, Edward?" she called. "It's just freaking flowers. If I want roses, I'll get damn roses, not lilies! You make me so angry! You never think of anyone but yourself. You're my best friend and I love you, but you said you would help me with my wedding. Quit acting like your five and suck it up that I'm getting married."

That's right. The love of my life is getting married next week.

And I'm not the guy she's marrying.

Today's the day
The worst day of my life.

Bella Swan had been my best friend since kindergarten. She sat next to me and I had a pack of 96 crayons. A best friend match made in heaven. We'd gotten closer as the years passed and I fell in love with her around the time I turned thirteen. She was gorgeous even then, with her big, brown eyes and her curly, brown hair. We'd gone to the same college together and I was going to tell her I was in love with her on her birthday of our freshman year. But she broke our plans last minute to go out with the huge guy that played on the football team, Emmett McCarty.

Emmett never liked me and his tiny pixie of a twin sister, Alice, drove me nuts. But I let her go and she was happy. She's dated him all through college and he had proposed about six months after we all graduated. She's been planning the wedding for a while and I've been helping her because I still love her and because I needed to be close to her before she left me for forever.

Emmett and she were planning on moving to Chicago after they got married and I was sure I would never see her again. First off, because he was controlling. And second off, because I think he had known all along that I was in love with his girl. So the wedding was my last-ditch attempt to get her back or to get her to stay or just not to lose her. It wasn't working so well considering I purposely disagreed with her on everything and instead of realizing I was the one for her, she was just getting angrier and angrier with me.

I sighed as I ran my hand through my hair again. "I'm sorry Bella," I said. "I just, I can't believe I'm going to lose you." I grabbed her hand and she still looked furious. "You've been my best friend since we were five, for twenty years. I just, I can't stand the fact of knowing I may never see you again."

She jerked her hand out of mine and placed her hands on her hips in the classic "I'm-Bella Swan- and-you-just-severely-pissed-me-off" stance that I had gotten a few hundred times in my life. "Edward Anthony Cullen," she practically growled at me. "I have told you time and time again that just because I'm not going to live in Seattle anymore doesn't mean that I won't come back and see you!"

"Bella," I retorted. "Listen to me. Emmett does not want you here, around me."

"Don't pull that card!" she yelled, stomping her foot. "Damn, Edward, you act like a jealous ex every time that Emmett is brought up and I'm sick and tired of it. Do you know how hard it is for my best friend to hate my fiancé?" She looked up at me, her eyes filling with tears. "I love Emmett and I want you to be happy for me. Is that too much to ask?"

You're so content, it hurts me.
And I don't know why.

I sighed and bit my lip, a trait I had picked up from her. I looked at her and a tear spilled out, rolling down her cheek. It literally broke my heart to watch her cry. And it was even harder knowing that I was the reason she was about to be crying her eyes out in the middle of the day in the middle of a sidewalk outside of a flower shop that we were both in trying to pick out flowers for her wedding to a guy that she was deeply in love with. I sighed again.

I wanted to be happy for her, I really did. But it was killing me. Because her being happy meant I had to hang up what made me happy. And what made me happy was making her happy, but it made me unhappy because I would be really happy if I got to have her and kiss her and hold her. But that would make her unhappy. So I would be unhappy then. I sighed. I was starting to sound like a chick.

I reached up and wiped the tear that had slipped out. "Please," she whispered. I closed the distance between us and hugged her. She shook in my arms and I knew she was crying. "I just want you to like him, for me," she begged into my shirt.

"Okay," I replied. "Okay." Even as I said the words, I didn't know how much longer I could do it. It hurt too much trying to pretend that I wasn't in love with her. But I knew that because it was Bella and because I was in love with her, I would at least try. I only had a little longer until the wedding and after that, I would have to give her up. I felt my heart break in half and my own eyes well with tears.

I didn't know how much more I could take.

The cost of misery is at an all-time high.
I keep it hidden, close to the surface inside.

-oOo-

Later in the week, I was driving to Bella's wedding rehearsal, trying not to pull my hair out. I felt a hand on my arm when I reached up to run my hand through my hair again. I looked over at my sister, Rosalie, as she smiled kindly at me. She gently pulled my hand from my hair and laid my arm on the console between us and wouldn't let me pull it back up.

"Edward," she said calmly, looking straight ahead out the front window. "The girl will never look twice at you if you are missing all of your hair." I sighed. She was right. Rose normally wasn't so nice, but I knew she was trying for my sake. My older sister was always there for me, especially when it came to Bella. I practically begged her to come with me tonight because I was never going to be able to make it through the night having to watch Bella and Emmett by myself. Rose had been my moral support as I watched Bella and Emmett. Now, we were on the way to dinner afterwards.

"It's just going to be hard Rose," I admitted, looking over at her. "I just, I want her to be happy but I can't watch her be happy because then I'm not happy. How does that make sense?"

"Love doesn't have to make sense," she said as I pulled into the parking lot of the restaurant.

"Coming from the girl who is oh so content," I prodded her. She blushed the slightest bit, but kept a poker face. "So tell me, how is the amazing Jasper?"

"He's good," she sighed. "Really good. I just, I think he might be the one, Ed." She smiled and I couldn't help but grin back.

"That's great Rose," I replied as I turned off the car. "I'm so happy for you." We both got out of the car and headed towards the tiny restaurant. We were seated and I ended up sitting right across from Bella and Emmett. Just fan-fucking-tastic. I sighed and Rose glanced over at me. I shrugged and took a sip of my wine.

"Welcome, everyone," Emmett said, standing up. "Bella and I are so glad to have you here tonight. I'm not a man of many words, but everyone eat and enjoy." He smiled and looked down at Bella. She smiled up at him and he kissed her when he sat down. I felt my breathing stutter and my heart stop.

I'm learning to fall.
I can hardly breathe.

The courses came out one by one and I had to watch Bella play lovey-dovey with Emmett the entire meal. Everyone giggled and thought they were the cutest thing. Me? I just tried not to scream or puke or pull my hair or cry. When dessert came, I thought I might pass out from relief. This torture was almost over.

"Edward?" Bella asked. I looked up at her.

"Yeah, Bells?"

"You've been awfully quiet," she replied as she ate a bite of her cake with one hand and laced the other with Emmett's. I kept my face straight as best as I could. "Is everything okay?"

When I'm going down,
Don't worry 'bout me.

"Of course," I smiled at her, even though it felt so forced. "I'm just thinking." Bella would ask if I was okay while I was sitting here wishing I could have her. I really think she was trying to kill me in a slow and painful way.

"Don't hurt yourself," Emmett said, laughing. "You know, I don't know what old Bella-boo would do without you helping her with the wedding and all." A dry chuckle escaped me and I tried to smile again. Bella hated being called "Bella-boo." She had once punched me when I called her that and had threatened she would do it every time I called her that. I really laughed at the memory, but Emmett and Bella thought that I was laughing at his previous joke. Whatever. It would make Bella happier.

"Yeah, me either," I mumbled. I felt Rose squeeze my knee and I shot her a half-grin, showing her I was fine, just fine. But I was pretty sure she saw straight through me. I leaned closer to her and she turned her ear towards me. I lowered my voice and whispered, "Don't fall in love, Rose." Then, I excused myself and headed outside to stretch my legs and get some fresh air.

Don't try this at home.

About fifteen minutes later, I walked back into the restaurant. The plates had all been cleared away and everyone was now holding various drinks. Apparently, we were going to socialize for a bit. Emmett was in the middle of telling an animated story about some trip that he and Bella had gone on when I sat down.

"And then, as if she wasn't already mad at me," Emmett continued. Bella shot me a look and I smiled back at her. "We sat next to this kid on the way home and he got so sick and puked all over Bella. I swear, I never thought she would talk to me again." Everyone laughed and, after a bit of laughter and chit-chat, it quieted down.

"So," Rose spoke up. I shot her a questioning look but she didn't see me. "Including bad child experiences and all, when are you two planning on starting your own family?"

"Oh, not for a whi—" Bella started, but Emmett cut her off with his loud, annoying, booming voice.

"As soon as we get on the honeymoon," Emmett said, smiling at her.

"No way!" Alice squealed and I wanted to cover my ears. Everyone erupted into talking and discussing baby names but I looked at Bella. She looked over at me but turned her head away quickly.

Pretend you don't see.

Bella didn't want to have kids for a while, at least until she had lived for herself some. I knew that she had worked hard for her degree and worked hard to become the book editor that she wanted to be. She had always told me that she wanted to live her own life before she started any new ones because she wanted to know she was ready to be a parent when the time came. She had worked all through college and worked her butt off right after to get her dream job. And then, when she finally got the job, she had ended up not giving it her all because she had the wedding to plan. A child would mess up her dreams and, even though I knew Bella would be the best mother, she wanted her own life. Shouldn't Emmett know that?

Bella shot up and ran out of the dining room. Emmett was too immersed in the conversation to notice and I looked over at Rosalie. She mouthed, "Go after her" and I didn't need her to tell me twice. I stood up and followed after the retreating Bella.

She went outside and stood on the balcony. She braced herself against the wood and took a deep breath. I didn't want to scare her, so I walked up carefully next to her. She jumped the slightest bit, but calmed down when she saw it was me. I stood next to her.

"So Emmett wants to start his family pretty soon," I said. She huffed.

"I don't think he understands that I don't want to be the stay-at-home-mom my whole life. I want to live my own life," she said, leaning into me.

"I know," I replied as I wrapped an arm around her. "I know." She looked up at me and opened her mouth. I waited for her to say something.

But then, she looked at me. Really looked at me. And her brown eyes widened. Her eyes trailed to my lips and I tried not to crash mine to hers.

"Bella, I—" I started but Bella looked up at me again. Then, moving so fast, I nearly missed it, she pressed her lips to mine. She broke away and turned towards the door. I grabbed her arm and spun her around to me, pressing her lips to mine again. I grabbed her bottom lip in between mine and before I even knew it, she was kissing me back. I stood with her for a minute, letting the electricity between us consume me and I couldn't get enough of her. But then, all too soon, she broke away. She held her fingers to her lips and looked up at me.

"Bella, I—" I rushed out again, but she cut me off. She turned around and left me standing there, going back to Emmett.

"I need to get back inside," she said as she all but ran back into the dining room. I sighed and pulled my hair again. I had her and then she just left. I took a deep breath and sighed again. How much longer until she figured it out?

I don't want to know that you know
It should have been me.

-oOo-

"Bells?" I called out as I walked into her apartment. "Where are you?"

"In the kitchen," she called and I walked down the hall to her tiny kitchen. She was making something and was in her sweats and her hair in a high, messy bun. She looked beautiful. "Hey," she smiled and she came around the bar and hugged me. I hugged her back and probably held her for a second too long, but I didn't care. I needed to be close to her. After the incident outside of the rehearsal dinner, Bella had avoided me like the plague the whole night. I had tried to talk to her but she would always just walk off. So I came by this morning, the morning of her wedding, to talk to her.

"Hey," I sighed. I sat down at one of her barstools. She sat next to me and I turned to look at her. "I just wanted to see you and talk to you some before you got swept up by everyone else and I would never have a chance to talk to you." She laughed and I smiled.

"Oh Edward," she laughed. "Trust me, if you wanted to talk to me, I would make time for you, even on my wedding day." And cue the terrible hole being punched in my chest, yet again.

"Yeah," I mumbled. It was quiet for a moment and I knew that I needed to speak up, that it was now or never. I cleared my throat and looked at her. "Bella, about last night, I just," I sighed and looked at her again. "That kiss, Bella, we need to talk about it." She looked down at her hands.

"There's nothing to talk about," she whispered, so low that I barely heard it. I groaned and ran my hands through my hair. I grabbed her chin and made her look up at me.

"What do you mean 'There's nothing to talk about?'" I all but growled. "Did you not feel it? Feel the electricity between us? There's no way that you didn't feel that! You can't tell me that Emmett makes you feel like that."

She looked down at her hands again, pulling her chin from my hand. I stared at her, waiting for her response but it never came.

Could you be with him?
Or was it just a lie?

"Bella," I begged. "Please, just look at me."

"I can't," she whispered. "I'm marrying Emmett."

"Bella!" I yelled. I could tell I scared her, but I needed her attention. I stood up and looked down at her. "Does Emmett know that you eat peanut butter on your brownies? Or that you got a detention in seventh grade for cheating on a history test? Or that you can't stand spiders? Does he know that when you are really nervous or upset about anything, you bite your lip? Or that you have this tiny smirk when you think something's funny when you shouldn't think it is? Does he know about the scar on the bottom of your foot from where you stepped on a nail when you were ten? Or does he know that you hate being called 'Bella-boo' and that you literally punch anyone who calls you that? Does he know that you love sleeping when it rains, but can't stand it the rest of the time?"

She looked up at me then, her eyes filled with tears. "You don't understand Edward," she gasped. "He loves me, even if he doesn't know all those things." I groaned in frustration.

He doesn't get you like I do
And you don't know why.

"Where is the girl who loved wearing her hair in a ponytail everyday of the week?" I asked, bending down to look her in the eyes. "You fix your hair everyday because Emmett and Alice want you to, but you never once stop and think about how much you hate getting up in the morning. You also used to wear jeans and a t-shirt and your converses and be fine. I bet Alice threw away all of the shoes without a four inch heel."

"I like my hair to look nice," Bella retorted, her anger starting to shine and I couldn't help but think about how beautiful she was, even furious at me. "Quit being so jealous!"

"You kissed me Bella," I cried. "I wouldn't make you change who you are, you could be the Bella I know and love."

"You can't love me," she retorted. "I'm marrying Emmett."

"Just because you're marrying Emmett doesn't mean that I can't love you. I've loved you since we were thirteen! Is that so terrible? Does it really seem so wrong for me to love you?"

She looked up at me and I saw the tears streaming down her face, but I didn't move to wipe them. I needed her answer.

"Does it Bella?" I asked, stepping closer.

"I'm marrying Emmett," she whispered and I felt my heart shatter.

You changed your clothes and your hair
But I can't change your mind.

I looked at her. "I see," I whispered. I stepped back from her and headed towards the door.

"Edward, no" she cried as I reached the door and I turned to see her standing up from her stool and running towards me. "Don't go. I can't lose my best friend."

"Bells, being your best friend, it's not enough for me anymore," I said, my voice cracking.

"But I can't lose you Edward," she whispered.

"But you want Emmett too," I retorted. "You can't have both of us, Bella. You have to pick."

"I can't," she cried. "I can't."

"Then Bella, you can go run to Emmett in your four inch stilettos and dress. Because I can't share you either," I snarled and she gasped. Her tears started falling harder and I couldn't bring myself to make them stop.

"Get out," she growled after what felt like a century of silence. "And don't show up at my wedding either." I stormed out of her apartment and to my car, not even looking back.

Oh, I'm uninvited, so unrequited now.

-oOo-

And that was how, later that afternoon, I ended up sitting outside of the church where the love of my life was getting married instead of inside. I sighed again. Insulting Bella had not been one of my smarter moves and I desperately needed a way inside and fast.

I knew that I had roughly thirty minutes before the ceremony started and I needed a way into the church so I could find Bella and talk to her. But, of course, Bella had told Emmett's best men to not let me in. And of course, they weren't random guys from Emmett's life, but the stupid beef-heads that Emmett had played with in college. And, of course, they knew who I was from college and there wasn't a snowball's chance in hell of me getting into the church. So now, I was waiting for Rose and Jasper to sneak me in so I could find Bella and talk to her before the ceremony started.

I sighed. I really needed to apologize to Bella, at the least. And I wanted to talk to one more time without fighting before I forever lost her. Even though I wanted, desperately to beg her to not marry him, I knew it would never work. So now, I was resigned to just trying to see her once more.

I saw Rosalie rush up, a tall, blonde in tow, who I assumed was Jasper. She shot me a look as she approached me.

"I could kill you right now," she growled at me. "How the hell did you manage to piss her off to the point that she kicked you out of her freakin wedding!"

"Nice seeing you too Rose. Hi Jasper," I said, avoiding my sister's wrath momentarily to meet her new man. "I'm her brother, Edward, if you didn't know." I stuck out my hand and he shook it.

"Jasper Hale," he replied, his voice covered with a thick southern drawl. I raised an eyebrow at her and she just rolled her eyes. "Pleasure to meet ya."

"Same here," I replied. "And to answer your question, Rosalie, I pretty much told her that Emmett is the wrong choice for her…in a few more words." She groaned and pressed her hand to her forehead.

"Whatever, Edward," she sighed. "Let's just get you in there."

"I owe you Rose," I replied as we all headed for the front door of the church.

"Sorry, Edward," Eric Yorkie said as I reached the door. "You know you can't come in."

"Look, Eric, I'm with my sister. I'm not going to start any trouble," I said as calmly as possible.

"Yeah Eric," she jumped in. "He's just going to see his best friend get married."

"From what I heard," Mike Newton interjected from on the other side of Eric. "You two are best friends anymore." I felt my heart break again and I thought that the last of my heart had crumbled when I left Bella's earlier, but apparently not.

I'm learning to fall.

"We just had a misunderstanding, that's all," I defended, my voice cracking the tiniest bit. Jasper shot me a look and I shook my head, silently telling him I was fine even though I was about to fall apart on the steps of the church.

"Well, misunderstanding or not, you can't come in. Sorry man," Eric said again.

"No, look you have to—" I started again, but Rose cut me off.

"Thank you Eric," she said a bit too kindly in my opinion. "We understand."

"Rose," I cried.

"Edward, don't push your luck," she replied and she shot me a look that said 'Don't leave.' I shook my head once in understanding and watched as Rosalie and Jasper walked into the church. I headed back towards the street and pretended to get a taxi. A moment later, I felt a hand on my arm and I turned to see Bella's mom, Renee.

"Renee," I exclaimed. "What are you doing here?"

"We don't have time," she gushed out, pulling on my arm and pulling me towards the church. "You have like fifteen minutes to convince Bella this is the wrong idea and we have no time to chit-chat."

"What?" I asked as she dragged me up the steps. "Are you on my side Renee?"

"Hell yes, I am," she replied as I nearly dropped dead with Bella's innocent mother's cussing. She shooed off Eric and Mike's attempts to keep me out and shot them a look of pure death. "I've been waiting," she continued as we walked through the heavy door. "For my baby's marriage since the day I found out I was pregnant with her, but it was never with a moronic man. It was with a smart, sophisticated man that made her happy." She shot me a look as we walked down a hall. "That would be you."

"You wanted me to marry Bella?" I asked as we reached a door that was opened slightly.

"No, I want you to marry Bella," she whispered. "She's not married yet and you better make sure it's you she wants to marry." She gave me a quick hug and kiss on the cheek, and then disappeared down the hall. I took a deep breath and knocked on the door.

"Come in," she called and I opened the door. She literally looked like a vision in white. Her dress was strapless and made of lace. It was fitted around her chest but flowed out at her hips and fell around her feet. Her hair was pulled up in an elegant bun, but a few ringlets framed her face. She literally took my breath away.

I can hardly breathe.

"What are you doing Edward?" she growled and I looked at her face, fury all over her beautiful features.

"I wanted to see you one more time before you were a married woman," I replied, walking towards her. I wrapped her in my arms and she tried to push away from me, but I held on tighter. She quit fighting and eventually wrapped her arms around me.

"I'm sorry for this morning," I whispered into her hair, placing a quick kiss on the top of her hair.

"Me too," she said, even though it came out muffled cause her face was pressed into my chest. I held onto her and even though a million thoughts were running through my head, I couldn't make myself say anything.

"Edward," she finally said, pulling back from me. "I don't want to be mad at you. And I don't want you to be mad at me."

When I'm going down,
Don't worry 'bout me.

"I know," I replied. "But you want Emmett and I can't be him for you."

"I know," she whispered.

Don't try this at home.

"Bella, I want you to be happy," I said after a moment of neither of us talking. "But do you really think he's the one that make you the happiest person you can be?"

She was silent for a long time. Then, she finally said, "I don't know Edward." She laid her head on my chest again. "I feel like I should be happy with him, but I just, I'm so much happier with you and I just figured it out. It's not fair for me to do this to Emmett, or to our families."

Pretend you don't see.
I don't want to know that you know
It should have been me.

"But it's fair to do this to yourself?" I asked. "It's fair to make yourself love another man when you don't want to? It's fair to give up your hopes and dreams for his? How is that love? How do you justify that to yourself?"

"I can't Edward," she whispered. "I just can't break his heart. He's been nothing but nice to me."

"But you can break mine!" I cried. "Bella, I've been there for you since we were five. I've been the one who held you while you fell apart when your dad died and kicked the asses of the guys who treated you wrong and made you laugh when you're having a bad day and helped you through everything. I love you too Bella."

Words screaming in my head.

"I can't hurt you either Edward," she said, her eyes filling with tears. I felt my own eyes well and I couldn't bring myself to care. "I love you Edward." I felt my tears fall and watched as hers did too when she realized I was crying. She stood up on her tiptoes and pressed her lips to mine again. I could taste our tears on my lips and it killed me that she was crying yet again over me.

"Why?" I asked. "Why can't you just, be with me?"

"I'm sorry," she whispered. She wiped her face and pressed her lips to mine again. And then, she walked out the door. I stood there for a moment, shocked. And then I sprung into action. I sprinted down out the room and into the hall. But then, the organ started playing and I caught a glimpse of Bella's dress as she headed into the church.

Oh, why did you leave?

"No," I cried to myself and I rushed to the entrance into the church. Everyone was sitting down as Bella had just reached Emmett. I slid into the back row, quickly. I felt my eyes fill with more tears and I wiped at them. He grabbed her hand and she smiled at him and I could see her face was red, meaning she was still crying.

The priest talked, but I only had eyes for Bella. She kept shooting glances at Emmett and he would smile at her. She would try to smile in turn, but more tears would fall. Emmett would pull her hand to his lips and kiss her and she would then smile, ever so slightly. They looked happy.

And I can't stop dreaming,
Watching you and him

I saw Rosalie's blonde head a few pews in front of me and she turned to look for me. She caught sight of me and her eyes widened when she took me in. I shook my head and shrugged. I turned away from her pity-filled looks and watched as Bella tried to laugh at a story the priest was telling about her and Emmett but her face crumpled into more tears. She looked like a wreck.

But she wouldn't have looked like that if it was me. I knew that, deep in my heart. And that was the reason that I sat through the majority of the ceremony, silently crying as my best friend and love of my life was about to be married to a man that was not me.

When it should have been,
It should have been me.

I couldn't watch anymore as Emmett took Bella's ring that I had helped her pick out and started saying his vows. I could have watched him, but it was the fact that I knew she was about to say her vows, about to give herself to him, that I stood up and walked out.

"Bella isn't mine anymore," I thought as I headed out into the bright light of the outside world.

Today's the day,
The worst day of my life.

I sat down on the steps and buried my face in my arms. I felt myself break into a tiny million pieces and I couldn't believe it. I'd gotten Bella to fall in love with me, only for her to walk into a wedding with another man. I felt so broken and hurt and I didn't know where to go from here. All I wanted was to rush back into the church and beg for her to come with me, to leave him. But I knew I couldn't do that because I had to give her what she wanted, what I promised myself I would do no matter what.

I'm learning to fall.
I can hardly breathe.

I stood up and headed towards the street, choosing to walk home instead of a cab because I needed to think. A few hours later, I ended up home. I pulled out my keys and opened the door. I headed towards my bedroom and collapsed on the bed. I kicked off my shoes and crawled into my bed.

This was the worst moment of my life.

When I'm going down,
Don't worry 'bout me.

I would never be able to fall in love again. Bella would continue on in her life and be fine. She would have little meat-heads and I would probably always wish that I was Emmett. I couldn't believe I had lost her. And I doubted she would ever know what she had done.

Don't try this at home.
Pretend you don't see.

And the worst part was knowing that she knew she was making a mistake. That she knew that I was the better choice and chose Emmett over me. How awful was that?

I don't want to know that you know
It should have been me.

I heard my door open. "Edward," someone called. Rosalie.

"Not now Rose, just leave me alone," I cried out, my voice coming out raspy from not using it and crying. "Give me one day to mourn the loss of the love of my life and then I'll get on with life. I promise." She didn't reply and I figured that she had left. Good. I wanted my solitude.

But then, my bedroom door creaked open.

"Come on, Rose," I grumbled, rolling to face the door. "Can you jus—" I stopped. "Bella?"

"Sorry," she smiled, coming to sit on the edge of my bed. "I can let you mourn but I just wanted you to know that it's not necessary." I looked at her. She was still in her dress and her hair looked wild, like she had been running her hands through it.

"What-why," I stuttered. "Why aren't you with Emmett? Didn't you get married?"

She smiled at me. "No," she answered. "I saw the love of my life walk out of my wedding and I realized I needed to go after him before I married the wrong man."

"You didn't marry him?" I choked out. She shook her head 'no.' I scooped her up in my arms and pressed my lips to hers, kissing her hard. She responded quickly and I broke away, unable to breathe.

"I love you," I whispered to her, pressing my lips to hers lightly again.

"I love you too," she replied, just before she pressed her lips to mine again.

I'm learning to fall.
I can hardly breathe.

By: the brunette writer

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