"Mom… I was trying to talk to him. I was trying. He noticed me, but he could tell I was getting up the guts to say something to him and then run away. And then you called me in for dinner and I just froze up again. I lost my chance. You ruined my chance."
"Bella… I'm sorry. I didn't mean to. I didn't even know the conversation was going sour. I actually thought that you two were talking for awhile and were getting ready to say goodbye."
"It's… it's fine, mom. I'm tired. I'm going to sleep."
I left her and went back into my room.
All through the night I dreamt of Edward, but they weren't good dreams.
They were nightmares.
He laughed at me for trying to give him my number, and laughed at my attempt to just talk to him.
I jolted awake and I wanted to give up hope of trying to talk to him.
