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Runaway Groom

Summary:
The invitations were sent. The location was booked. Everything was in place for the joining of Isabella Swan and Edward Cullen in holy matrimony... but when Bella woke up the day of, all that was left was a note: Bella, I love you. I won't say that it will be as if I never existed, for I know that I cannot make you forget something. I will not tell you to try to love again. I would greatly encourage you to live your life well, and that is why I am gone. You'll be safer without me. Please Bella, never blame yourself. You are, were, and will be all that I ever wanted in my existance. Forgive me. -Edward Be safe. Now, Belle's friend is getting married, her other friend is throwing a halloween masquerade, and maybe, just maybe with all these chances, Belle can find love again.


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1. Engaged

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“Meg, you can’t really be serious? I mean, yo guys have only been dating for three months… and you’re getting married? In June! That’s only two months away!”

“Shut up, Alison! We’re in love, and you’re just jealous. Plus, what was I supposed to do? Robbie took me to Paris. Okay? Then, we went to the top of the Eiffel Tower… and he proposed! Am I supposed to say ‘Oh, I’m so sorry Robbie! You really shouldn’t have taken me to Paris to propose!’ Allie, that’s would just be inconsiderate. And… if Paris was the proposal, where do you think the honeymoon will be?” Meg winked, and Aly rolled her eyes. I sipped my iced coffee some more. I hated romance. All of it. Every single part of the roses and the cars and the Paris. If I ever marry or let alone date again, the guy better not buy me any roses.

“What do you think, Bell? Do you think she’s rushing?”

“I think it’s up to her, but if it were me…” I sighed. Memories filled my mind, remembering how that could have been me, actually it was a lot like me, if my fiancée hadn’t chickened out of the wedding the day of.

“Yeah? Hello, earth to Bell!”

“If it were me, I would wait.”

“Why?”

“Experience.”

“You were proposed to in Paris, and then you married him, and her was a big jerk?” said Meg.

“Of course not.” I lied.

“Hey wait, Bell? Didn’t… weren’t you engaged at the end of high school? When you first came to U of A, weren’t you engaged?”

“No.” I said coldly, hoping she couldn’t see through me. This was one topic I did not want to discuss. With anyone, ever. Allie dropped it, but she gave me a look that told me she was going to bring it up sometime or another.

“Well, I better get going. Robbie and I are looking at locations.”

“Already?”

“When did you want me to? The week before?” Allie laughed at herself.

“Oh, right. Belle, what are you doing today? You know, since my friend here is getting married in two months?” Allie said as she gestured towards Meg.

“Nothing really. Why?” I winced at myself. I was walking straight into Allie’s trap; she would get me to tell her when I was engaged. Ah well, may as well get it over with.

“Why don’t we go to Columbus Circle? It looks so nice in the winter, cause they put up those stars and it’s all Christmassy…”

“Okay, fine.” I picked up my Longchamp bag and through away the remains of my iced coffee. I walked outside of the Starbucks at 57th and 7th. A big cold wind hit me and my scarf flew into my face. It was a warning telling me that I would have to go looking though my memories soon, and it was going to hurt like hell. The funny part was I didn’t even care.