Third Person POV
He watched her go, regret on his face. How had it come to this? Sure, he might not have been that excited for the ball tonight and it might have showed, but this, this was far beyond anything he could have anticipated coming. He let out a low growl of frustration and punched the wall, putting a large-sized hole in it. He swore. Damnit. Why hadn’t Rosalie just let him explain? He had told her some parts of his past, but there had been certain bits of it that he would have preferred to leave out. He wasn’t that person anymore. That person in the past was long gone. He wanted to leave the past behind, where it belonged. Why wouldn't the past just leave him alone and let him be? Perhaps he was naive in thinking that it would no longer come back to haunt him. Or maybe he had b
