The colors of love “Prologue”

writing by EliRose

My heart was beating hard in my chest and my head was spinning. My mind was unable to link the facts and see the truth behind everything that had happened..... But how could she have done that to me!

"Edward, Edward, Edward, please listen to me ..." I heard her shout behind me. The same voice that not many hours before was screaming my name sensually and swearing she was only mine was now disgusting to me.

"Edward please" I heard her say again closer to me this time and I felt her touching my arm.

The sparks that usually accompanied her every single touch made me furious now... Black fire shoot inside me...in my veins, in my blood.

How dare she touch me standing in front of me after all she did like nothing happened? God how stupid have I been all the time… how could I be so blind!

"Don’t you touch me!" I said through my teeth not being able to look at her because I was sure that if I did I would do something I would surely regret all my life. I had never hit a woman but the pain that seemed to emanate from the depths of my soul demanded revenge and commanded me to make her to feel the same pain I was feeling.

"Edward, please, I love you, please let me explain" she repeated with the tears apparent  in her voice. She loves me? She’ll explain? What is there to explain? Explain to me that she was fooling around playing with my feelings? It must have been quite amusing, making her and her friends laugh at me behind my back just because I believed her lies... Can anyone be more stupid than I were?

My body stiffened. I shut my eyes and barely restraining myself I pulled my hand away from her.

“I don’t want to ever see you again, I don’t want to hear your voice, I don’t even want to know you exist. If you dare to come near me again, I swear it will be the last thing you will ever do! Do you understand me?" I answered her with all the poison coming out from wounded heart pouring in my voice.

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Her whimpering and sobbing was all the confirmation I needed and not even looking at her I started walking away.

A few steps further I turned around to tell her one last thing.

"Bella" I called her and at the sound of her name she lifted her head and for a moment I saw her eyes light up with hope and shook my head in disgust and with all the love I had for turned into hate I wished her "have a happy marriage."