I want to apologize for not updating earlier. I don't want to make up excuses but I really didn't have the inspiration to do so. And I didn't want to press myself, because I wanted the outcome to be good, mostly for the readers of this story.

Chapter 7: The Interview (Lilly's Point of View)

I knock the door.

"Come in" I hear a male voice.

I step inside the office. "Hello Mr Cullen. My name is Lilly Anderson".

In front of me there is an extremely handsome man sitting behind his desk. His appearance is breathtaking; he looks like one of those Olympian gods in greek mythology. He politely asks me to take a seat and takes a good look at me for a few seconds. I am completely stunned, mesmerized by his intense hazel eyes and strong jaw line, but I do my best to compose myself in order to comprehend what he tells me. My attention is drawn by his unusual bronze hair color and his messy hair which makes him look like a 17 year old boy. I try to focus on his questions, because I'm afraid that I will make a fool of myself.

He asks about my qualifications and as time goes by I get more tensed instead of relaxing. His questions are the ones expected in a job interview, but I have a weird feeling. I think I've seen him somewhere before, but that's not it. Had I seen him, I would have never forgotten a handsome man like him. Then what is it? Why do I feel like I already know him, without having met him? I tend to feel relaxed around him and as funny as it might be, because of that, instead of feeling at ease I get even more nervous.

I can't concentrate on anything, not even the interview itself and I sit on the edge of my chair ready to get up and leave his office running. What is going on here? This situation is rather awkward and by now the job is the least of my worries. This feeling doesn't go away and it's like I'm connected to him in a different level. It's not a physical attraction between a man and a woman, it's something else much deeper, which I can't decipher and it scares the shit out of me. I really wish for it to be over so I can get out of here. I don't even care if I'm hired; I just want the interview to end.

I feel very uncomfortable and he probably realized that, because the interview turns out to be rather short. I think that he took pity on me and ended my suffering, asking only a few basic questions about my degrees and ambitions. However, although I am happy to get out of here, when I stand up and go to the door I realize that my chances of getting this job are not many. I can't blame him, if he doesn't hire me – the other applicants must have presented their qualifications much better than me. After all, who would want to hire a shy, weird girl like me? Although the interview didn't go well, he is polite enough to walk me to the door and shake my hand goodbye.

When I go outside I take a few deep breaths and this is slowly calming me. Fresh air is doing wonders to my nerves and I sit at a bench nearby for a few minutes. The sky is overcast – how original? – but I don't think it's going to rain. My mom is probably waiting for me to call her, but I really don't want to. Call her and tell her what? That I screwed up?

My mind goes to Edward Cullen and that feeling I had about him. What was it? I mean I know he is a very handsome man that probably draws the attention of women, but that wasn't my case. I don't know him – never met him before in my life and yet there was this intimacy between us that shouldn't be. Maybe things are not as weird as I thought they were back in his office. Then how can you explain this, Lilly? Some people are getting along, because they are compatible. Yes, they do but there is a difference between getting along with someone and feeling that you already know them so well, that there is intimacy between you and them from the very first time you meet them. And it's not just that – I think I was feeling safe with him like he would protect me at all costs from everything that threatened me. I should definitely see my therapist. I am seriously thinking I might have a mental illness, which is getting worse. Please God help me, I don't want to be crazy.

Thinking all these things makes me so scared. This is not about that job anymore, but my own sanity. What if my therapist was wrong and I do have a mental disorder after all. The desperation I feel makes me want to cry, but I am in public and I don't want others to see me. I run to my car and get in. Although I don't have the privacy I want, I can't hold my tears any longer. I start crying, but I know I can't stay here – I want my home's safety.

I try to drive home slowly, lest I crash. No matter how hard it is due to my emotional state, I make the ultimate effort to concentrate on the road. Finally, I reach home unharmed, although when I get inside I don't seem to remember driving here.

I strip of my clothes and go to the bathroom to take a shower. I'm still crying, but my mind goes to another aspect of my meeting with Edward Cullen. Now that I think of this eerie feeling I had earlier in his office I am kind of spooked. A shiver runs down my spine and I make my way out of the shower.

I get dressed and go to the kitchen. I feel so exhausted, both mentally and physically, that the only thing I want to do is sleep. I am afraid of what I might dream though. Maybe tonight I should try those sleeping pills I was so reluctant to use in the past. I mean what's the worse thing that could happen? After all, the doctor prescribed them to me.

I make a sandwich and take a pill. My phone rings and I groan. I really don't want to talk to anyone, but if I don't answer my parents will be really upset. Looking the ID caller I see it's my mom. I'll just tell her the truth, well half the truth actually.

"Hey mom".

"Hi sweetheart. I was waiting for you to call me."

"Yes, I know but things didn't go so well at the interview and I didn't want to upset you". I only tell her about the job prospects. I can't say about the other eerie things that I've experienced, because then she will really be worried.

"Ok" she says and makes a pause. She is thinking of what to say next. "Did they say they already hired someone else?" She wants to know more but she doesn't want to press me.

"No, he just said that they will let me know".

"Oh Lilly, you know that this doesn't mean they won't hire you. Even if you don't get this job it's not the end of the world".

I just want to go to sleep and although I love my mom and I know she really cares about me, I don't feel like talking.

"Mom, I do know all this. I'm a little disappointed right now. And tired. If you don't mind, I'd rather we talk about it tomorrow".

"Sure. Are you feeling Ok?" Great, now she worries about my health. Well I worry about my health too. The mental one, though.

"I'm just tired. I will go to bed early and tomorrow I'll be just fine. I'll call you, Ok?" I say hoping she doesn't prolong the conversation.

"Have a good night sleep. I'll tell your father not to worry you. I love you, baby".

"I love you too, mom. I'm fine, don't worry" I tell her and end the call. I am grateful she didn't persist on telling her more, although a little surprised. Not to mention relieved.

The pill is already working and I feel a little drowsy. I go to my bedroom and when I get under the covers sleep comes quickly.

This was what Lilly was thinking and feeling during the job interview and looks like Edward wasn't the only one who was upset.