The moon hung like a silver hook in the sky.
Edward Cullen opened the car door and was about to sit in the drivers seat when he heard a muffled groan. Looking up, he saw Taylor Swift, her face beaded with cold sweat, her eyes resolute yet pleading.
Her fingers, already turning purple from being caught in the car door, were wedged between the door and the frame.
The mans face remained impassive, as if the situation had nothing to do with him. "Take it out," he commanded.
Taylor held his gaze, unmoving.
Edward chuckled dryly. "Why, dont you want me to leave?"
Taylor mustered her courage. "Mr. Cullen, could you please transfer the painting you won to me? I promise I will gather the money for you as soon as possible."
Edward seemed to have heard the joke of the century. "And why would I do that?"
Taylors grip on the car door tightened. "Dont you want your bell back?"
The mans face flickered with a momentary change, his eyes piercing as if to see through her. Then he casually curved the corners of his mouth. "Lying and threatening, neither of which you are good at."
His assistant, Jason, got out of the car intending to pull Taylor away, but she resisted, keeping her eyes fixed on Edward. With a forceful push from Jason, she fell to the ground.
Emma rushed over at that moment to help Taylor up. "Taylor, are you okay?"
Edward had already started the car.
"Mr. Cullen!" Taylor took a deep breath, her voice carrying strength and determination. "Have you ever had someone you wanted to cherish?"
Perhaps it was the unexpectedness of her question, but Edwards foot on the accelerator paused for a second. He turned to look at her, his expression unreadable.
Pale and determined, Taylor stood out against the night, a stark contrast to the luxurious setting around them. He had cherished someone once, a young girl with eyes full of innocence and wonder...
Taylor held his gaze, her hand slowly reaching out to show the watch she had retrieved from the lake. "You promised."
Edward stared at her, a hint of surprise in his eyes as he looked at the watch, then back at her. She smiled weakly, a glimmer of playfulness in her eyes despite her condition. "You have to keep your word."
"Keep my word, no cheating," he remembered those words being spoken to him with such earnest belief.
As Taylors eyes closed in relief, Edwards grip on her tightened. With a low, gruff utterance, he commanded, "Take her to the hospital."
In the hospital corridor, Emma kept trying Robert Pattinsons number, but all she got was an automated message saying the call couldnt be connected.
Edward leaned against the wall, his posture casual yet commanding, ignoring the whispers of the passing nurses. Jason stood nearby, his mouth moving a mile a minute until Edwards cold glance silenced him.
The emergency room door opened, and the doctor emerged, his brow furrowed as he addressed Edward. "You call yourself a boyfriend, letting her be so careless during her period. If she gets long-term health issues, what will you do?"
Jason was about to defend Edward, but a single gesture from Edward cut him short. "Lets go," he said, turning on his heel and leaving without looking back.
Jason hurried after him, questioning, "But sir, shouldnt we...?"
Edwards stride was firm and quick. "Give her the painting."
Jason trailed behind, still puzzled. "But sir, I thought..."
Edward stopped abruptly, his voice tinged with irritation. "I said give her the painting!"
Jason flinched, nodding vigorously. "Yes, sir! Right away!"
Edward continued walking, his mind elsewhere. Jason followed, wondering what he had said wrong this time. Little did they know that Edwards frustration was not directed at Jason, but at himself.
Unaware of the turmoil he left behind, Edward Cullen walked away, leaving the hospital and Taylor Swift to their fates.