Edward sat in his room with the lights out. The TV flashed bright pictures across his pale face and cast long shadows across the room. His eyes stared blankly ahead, silently absorbing the interview taking place.
'I'm happy to welcome to our show today Izzy Swan. You may know her from her new movie "Destination". An unknown until about a year ago she has quickly risen to stardom, and this film is absolutely beautiful, you should all go she it.'
Edward wanted the host to just shut the hell up and get on with the interview, he just wanted to hear Bella's voice again, to pretend that she was sitting on the bed behind him just like it had been before.
'It's great to be here, I know it makes me sound like a dork but when I was growing up I played pretend that I would someday be on your show. I can't tell you how excited I am to be sitting on this sofa, honestly this is a dream come true.'
Edward tuned out the words and just let her melodious voice wash over him, he was startled out of his reverie a few minutes later by the host's question.
'So Izzy you're a small town girl correct?'
'Born and bred'
'They say it takes a village to raise a child. Is there anyone from your hometown you'd like to thank in particular, someone who you helped you to get to where you are now?'
'God, that could be a thousand people,' she laughed, 'can I pick three?'
'Go ahead, pick however many you would like'
Her face looked inquisitive for a moment, 'Okay, I think I have them: Mrs. Nelson, my theatre teacher, because she encouraged me to go to my first audition. Sandra, she's a girl who works at my favorite café, she was the one who convinced my dad to let me audition. And last but not least, definitely not least…'
Edward's heart began to pound, with each beat he felt as if his rib cage was being ripped off…
'My good friend and sounding board…'
He tried to swallow but his throat was to dry, he got caught half-way down…
'Angela Weber, she has always been by best friend and an amazing support. Thanks Angie, I love ya!'
As she finished her list Edward let the tears escape from the corners of his eyes and flow freely down his face to be absorbed by the collar of his t-shirt. Harsh sobs racked his body and his throat burned from the exertion. For the first time in almost 6 months, he cried himself to sleep.