But Edward couldn't move on, he couldn't get her taste of his lips no matter how much he consumed, he couldn't get her laughter or her smile out of his head.
No matter how he tried, he couldn't get her out of his system and he didn't want to. He wanted to down in the memories of that was all he could have.
Slamming the cup down in the bar, Edward stood up from the stool he was seated in and walked out of the club. He went to his car, started the engine and put the car in drive.
He knew he shouldn't but he couldn't bring himself to stop; he just had to try one more time. One more time and if she still rejected him then he would stop trying.
Edward didn't have a lot to live for but he would be damned if he lost the one thing that had brought meaning to his life just like that.
