Chemistry Of Lust

EPILOGUE

*EDWARD'S POV*

It's been a week since Charlotte and I stopped meeting up. The one week of tutoring after our break up has been weird. We just study and it feels too fucked up to sit beside her and pretend I am not in love with her. I regret the second I let that bitch, Amelia in my home thinking she was finally coming to her sense when in reality she is just going more and more insane.

She has destroyed my life, she took my reason of survival away and I will fucking hunt her down until I pull the life and soul out of her body too.

I want to believe Charlotte might be enjoying her trip in Switzerland but the rational part of me knows she misses me too. She might be missing blabbering all about her dream trip to me. The selfish part of me wants her to. I want to be sure that she loves me no matter how much I fuck up. I want her to fall in love with all my imperfections. But I can't hope her to accept cheating, which is the crime she very strongly believes I committed. Not that I can blame her.

I like that she's trying to be strong by standing up to me but the bags under her eyes, her thin figure are the proves that she doesn't feel so strong behind the closed doors.

I hate that I am the reason she can't sleep at nights, which is her absolute favorite thing in the whole world. She loves sleeping. I internally smile at the thought and the image of her sleeping crosses my mind. Fuck, I miss her.

The way her hair would be all over her face, her lips parted, as she would lay down, spread all over the bed, with her little bear. I haven't once stayed over at her place and so, I didn't know she slept with a soft toy but I had been watching her sleep before she left for Switzerland. I know it sounds all types of creepy but nothing can stop me when it comes to her.

I look at the clouds through the window of the private jet my parents sent to take me to them. I see her even in the face of the clouds. The flight trip was their way of saying sorry for not being in contact but well, I couldn't be happier that they were not.

I am flying to Milan to see them for New Year a day after the New Year. Yeah, that's how we Morris' roll. Cassie squeezes my hand, making me turn to look at her. She rarely looks worried but from few days, the tension is etched into her face so deeply that I think the lines of worry are tattooed onto her skin. She is worried about me and also about our meet up with our parents. We merely meet them once every year and we both fear these meetings more than demons under the beds.

The only demons that scare us are our own parents and that's all levels of fucked up. I scoff at the thought and Cassie creases her eyebrows, looking at me wide-eyed. "What?" I ask sounding too cold.

She flinches at my tone before going. "Nothing, you just look so...different. I know you are groveling but mother and father will ask questions looking at your disheveled state and you wouldn't want to answer that. I know this is too much to ask but can you please put aside Charlotte for the weekend?"

I know she's right and it makes me furious. We are supposed to shut off our feelings in front of them. I can't fake shit that's why I didn't feel anything at all before Charlotte. But ever since she came into my life, all I do is fucking feel and now I have to fake that I don't have them.

"I know. I will suck it up once we land in Milan. Till then, let me grovel," I say mocking her word. Grovel is not something I thought I would do for a girl. But again, Charlotte is not just a girl, she was my sunshine, she is the reason of my pain and agony but also the reason of my survival and success.

"Sure Edward. I know it's hard. I can't even imagine what you might be going through. I know your brain and heart might be conflicting right now but if you truly love her, you will earn her back," she says as she rakes her hand though my hair over my seat.