SundaysTheory
The Phrase that Pays
Alex watched as Chase walked out of the Three Broomsticks leaving her and Edward sitting once again alone in the corner. Chase had been right about a few things though, even if she hated to admit them. True- She couldn't keep her hands off of him. True- she was finally in her own sense, happy. But then he was wrong. He had said that Edward was damning himself, condemning himself into immortalness...But Alex would never, could never bring herself to do such a thing to such a perfect being.
Edward suddenly rose from his seat next to Alex, leaving her to stare up at him in question. "What's wrong?" she asked feeling his body tense. His liquid voice seemed to drown her in feelings as he spoke, "It's nothing," he paused to study her expression then continued, "Please really I just have something to do."
Alex had no other choice to believe every single word he had said. So persuasive. So seductive. He was the angel sent for her hell. And being apart for any amount of time would tear at her heart...
But she nodded, releasing him to do whatever it was he needed to do. As Edward, too walked out, he stroked her cold cheek one last time before he left. A chill ran down her spine, making her shiver...
Loneliness.
A desolate feeling that she felt rarely because of her instinct to be a loner. A companion just was not in her nature, and she usually pushed anyone who tried to get too close, away. Alex tried to fight off the feeling as she stood and left the now empty corner. She had to be around people. Humans. Creatures. Anything. And the crowd outside was the best solution.
And if she was lucky, she would end someone else's feeling of loneliness... or just feelings altogether.