You lay on your bed, staring up at the ceiling.
Your heart beats his name.
Edward, Edward, Edward.
You close your eyes, trying not to think of him.
You see his face.
Edward, Edward, Edward.
You roll over onto your stomach, burying your head in your arms.
You hear his voice.
Edward, Edward, Edward.
You jam your earphones into your ears, blasting your music.
This song reminds you of him.
Edward, Edward, Edward.
You give up trying to escape it and storm to the door, throwing it open.
He is standing there, dark skin, long hair, warm eyes.
Jake, Jake, Jake.
