The Heart Wants What it Cannot Have (nygmobblepot)

Chapter 1 - Killing Me

Oswald's POV

It's been weeks since that vixen Isabella took Edward from me. The pain has been immeasurable. By day he continues to be my chief of staff, helping me with the same efficiency and zeal as before. But by night he is off with his 'love' doing... I don't want to know what, but he doesn't come home most nights. That hurts the most.

I hate that she is taking him from me, I could easily have her killed, however I think that would be an error in the long run. This is killing me. Either she needs to go or... or I need to let him go. I couldn't bear to see Ed without his now commonplace smile and enthusiasm. The moral thing to do is let this love go. I'm sorry I can't heed your advice mother, but I must sacrifice my love for his happiness.

—————-Time Skip—————

"These are your schedule mr Mayor." Ed sung while grinning like the Cheshire Cat. After handing Oswald the neatly filed itinerary, he stood up and began to leave. Oswald hobbled over to him, turning his head, Oswald spoke

"Ed, you are a fine chief of staff, and an even finer friend. Although, some... issues have come up and I need to be left alone. Completely alone. I need you to clear my schedule and make whatever excuses necessary." Edward looked at Oswald with confusion, a foreign feeling for him, seeing Ed's discomfort, Oswald registered his concern but continued "Don't worry Ed, it's nothing serious. But I'll need at least three weeks to... focus on the job and the crime world. And that means Absolutely NO contact. Even from you, especially you. You must leave town for a while."

Edward was wary of Oswald's strange request as he frequently depended on Ed in all matters, and then he had an idea, "If we aren't going to work for such a long time, would it be acceptable if Isabella and I went on this 'Literary cruise'? Seeing as you would have no work for me, and you did say you needed me out of town?"

Oswald's face contorted, if only for a moment, then returning to its natural disco-vampire expression. He thought about how much of a vomit-educing experience that would be, but dismissed it quickly. "Fine, you and Isabelle can go on a cruise." "Isabell-AH" Ed quickly corrected.
Oswald feigned an apologetic and innocent expression to mask his clearly deliberate misuse of her, stupid name.

Three weeks, he could do this. Three weeks of crying, brooding and ice cream and he'd be free of Ed's hold on his heart. This was what's best. For everyone.

Everyone but him.