If Only He Knew | cσмρℓεтε∂

~Based on the same theme of unrequited love, but with the different sort of love-triangle. Written with feelings and passion, so hold your seats pals, it might give you Tachycardia if you ever had serious one-sided love for anyone lol.Emily's POV:I was happy. Very happy, in fact. Who wouldn't be? I mean I just had my life all planned out. I had graduated, got a job offer, and my best friend just called me saying he needs me. The same best friend who I had a crush on for maybe about fifteen years. It was more of a crush at first, but then it turned from a mere degree of "like" to "inevitable love" before I could even gather my thoughts up. And I, like any girl in love should behave, sealed it deep in my heart. I thought if I could be able to match his type, he would reciprocate it, but I was afraid he might not want me back. Because he was in love with someone who was not me. Tragic, isn't it? The problems didn't start there, I guess because he certainly had the right to love som

DAY OF MARRIAGE Emily's POV: I was nervous. I should be. That's what normal brides feel. I was going to take a long step. A step which would change my life forever. My hands were sweating and I couldn't even walk on the ground because of this gown.  Yes, I was wearing a gown.  A wedding gown. My dream gown.  I have always wanted to marry Edward, wanted him to propose me first and then I would say yes. All of this happened but I didn't know it could happen in such circumstances as well.  When I first realised my feelings for Edward, I was very cool, unlike other girls who freak out. Because I know I would get over th

Emily's POV: A shrill noise entered my ears and I groaned at the alarm clock.  Okay, I am up!  I shifted uncomfortably in my couch.  Ring ring!  I kicked the alarm clock.  Crash!  I am finally up!  I woke up the next morning, my back aching like a thunderbolt. I practically had to bend double to make it up like the original. I stretched my arms, yawning and scratching my legs.  That's not a girly thing. You are not in your

Emily's POV: I felt horrible and disgusting. I closed my ears, trying to stuff a pillow but to no vain. Man, Edward really had some balls to have sex with Lara when I was in the next room. The walls were much of a negative soundproof than I could ever comprehend.  I closed my eyes, trying to sleep but Lara was moaning literally loud. I had to bite my lips to stop myself from shouting at her. I knew Edward was experienced in this field but did she really need to make it this obvious.  Damn her!  I sighed. It was always there, that hopelessness. It came and went but never left me.  I had always been a happy-go-lucky girl, some called me goody two shoes, some tomboy, some nerd

Emily's POV: Pretending to love him was never tough for me. With a genuine smile on my face, a slight flush of cheeks, the? rigorous beating of heart, sweatiness of palm, butterflies in the stomach or the stuttering of my tongue, I was familiar with all types of symptoms of love.  Because I had experienced all of them. In mere twenty years.  Edward's parents came to visit us, giving us the wedding gift for our honeymoon. Bam!  What had they given us? Tickets to a seven days trip to Mauritius. Sounds dreamy right? Well, it ain't any dream, I am telling ya!  I was happy; a little trip could warm up my insides. Some fresh air was necessary to ease up my very disturbed mind. Ed