EDWARD POINT OF VIEW
At Night
Lisa's Home
After reaching Lisa's home, I tried to put her down on the porch, but she wouldn't let go. Even in her deep sleep, she clung to me tightly.
I sighed, looking at her peaceful face. She looked even more beautiful when she was asleep. Seeing her like this, I didn't have the heart to wake her up.
"Sorry for looking into your purse" I muttered under my breath as I carefully searched for her house keys.
Once I found them, I unlocked the door and stepped inside. I looked around before carrying Lisa to the first bedroom I saw and gently placing her on the bed.
But she still wouldn't let go. Her grip was strong, as if she was afraid I would disappear.
I tried my best to pull away, but it was useless. After struggling for a while, I finally gave up, admitting defeat.
As I looked at her, admiring her beauty, she suddenly started mumbling in her sleep.
"Please don't force me… I don't want to marry Richard… I don't love him, Dad… Please don't force me… I beg you."
She kept repeating those words over and over.
Hearing this filled me with rage. So this marriage is being forced on her? She doesn't even want it.
A while later, she finally let go of my hand, shifting into a more comfortable position on the bed. That's when I realized it was time for me to leave.
But just as I turned to go, she grabbed my hand again.
"Don't leave me… I don't want to be alone tonight," she mumbled softly.
Hearing that broke my heart.
Without hesitation, I climbed onto the bed beside her. My shirt reeked of alcohol, so I removed it before pulling Lisa into my arms. Holding her close, I kissed her forehead gently.
I gazed at her, lost in admiration, until sleep took over me without realizing it.
Tonight, I felt something I had never felt before. A sense of peace, of belonging.
I wanted to make this girl the happiest in the world.
Now I knew it—I was completely in love with her.
Even though I had just met her, it felt like I had been waiting for her my entire life.
But a deep sadness crept into my heart… Because she would never be mine.
With that thought, I drifted into sleep, still holding her in my arms, afraid that if I let go, I would lose her forever.
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The Next Morning
Lisa was still sleeping in my arms, using me as her pillow.
Suddenly, the bedroom door burst open, and the maid entered to clean the room. She stopped dead in her tracks at the sight of us, then quickly pulled out her phone and made a call.
"Sir, you need to come home immediately!" she whispered urgently.
Moments later, the sound of hurried footsteps echoed through the house.
"LISA!" a loud voice boomed, jolting both of us awake.
Lisa and I jumped up in shock.
Still half-asleep, she frowned. "Dad, why are you shouting so early in the morning?"
Her father, David, stood at the doorway, his face red with anger.
"What happened?!" she asked, rubbing her eyes.
David's expression darkened. "Look beside you."
Confused, Lisa turned her head and froze when she saw me standing next to her, shirtless.
Her sleepy eyes widened. YOU! Why are you at my house? What are you doing here, boy? She demanded.
David's anger flared. "So you do know him. Lisa, what the hell is going on?! He's standing here without a shirt—don't tell me you two—"
His words made Lisa's face turn red, but not from embarrassment—she was furious.
"Dad! Stop jumping to conclusions! Let me explain before you assume things!"
David folded his arms. "Fine. Explain."
Lisa sighed. I met him at Lilly's party. We had some drinks, that's all.
David's glare didn't soften. "Just drinks? Then why is he here? Why was he in bed with you?"
Edward opened his mouth to explain, but before he could say a word, both Lisa and David snapped at him—"Shut up!"
Lisa groaned. "I don't remember anything after that. I was drunk."
Edward finally got the chance to speak, explaining everything—that he had brought her home safely, that nothing had happened between them.
But David wasn't convinced.
"I don't believe you," he said coldly. "Get out of my house."
Edward sighed, apologizing before walking toward the door.
As he left, he could hear David scolding Lisa, his words cutting deep.
Edward clenched his fists, wanting to say something—but he knew it was pointless. No matter what he said, David wouldn't believe him.
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Two Days Later
Morning – Edward's POV
I was in deep sleep when Carl suddenly shook me awake.
"Wake up, man! We need to go. Today is your Parents' day. We need to pay our respects. Now get up!"
Hearing those words, I groggily reached for my phone and checked the date.
That's when I remembered.
I shot up from bed and quickly got ready.
A while later, Carl and I arrived at the cemetery.
Carl handed me the flowers we brought, and I gently placed them on my parents' graves.
My father, Jack. My mother, Christina.
They were the best parents in the world. I loved them more than anything.
Carl crouched beside their graves. "Hey, guys. It's a great day, huh? We've been doing well. Studying, staying out of trouble. Thank you for everything you did for us. I miss you both."
After saying that, Carl stood up and walked away, giving me some privacy.
I took a deep breath.
Hey, guys. I miss you. I bet you already know what's going on, right? I sighed
"I can't stop thinking about her. She's been stuck in my head since the moment I met her. I think… I think I love her. But she's getting married next week. She'll never be mine."
I swallowed the lump in my throat.
"College is going well. It's a fresh start for us. Chris is married now… And well, a lot has happened".
I started telling them everything, talking as if they were still there with me.
After a while, I stood up, ready to leave.
I turned back one last time.
I wish I was the one who got her. I wish you both were still with me. I whispered.
As I turned to leave, a soft breeze brushed against my face—gentle, comforting.
I stopped and glanced back at their graves.
Then, Carl and I walked away.
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In the Distance…
Unbeknownst to them, a group of men stood watching from afar.
One of them pulled out a phone and made a call.
They came. They visited them, he said.
A deep chuckle echoed through the speaker.
"So it's him?"
"Yes. We're a hundred percent sure."
The caller burst into laughter.
"Then the time for his return is near."
Click. The call ended.