Chapter 25.
8.05AM Saturday
I haven't gotten much sleep.
We didn't do a lot of talking.
In fact, I don't remember him saying a word.
We went into my room, Edward walked across to the other side of the bed. He took his usual position, lying on his left side, arm tucked under the pillow, as close to the middle as he could get.
I assumed my normal position—the mirror of his.
Our faces were mere centimetres away from the other; almost close enough to lose depth of field in our vision.
His face was beautiful. There were small creases at his eyes. We had always laughed a lot; I think that is where the creases came from. Even in the dimness of the evening sky I could see little pieces of him that I'd forgot. His forehead was maybe too long; his eyelashes a little too feminine, far too pretty to belong on a boy; freckles sprinkled across his otherwise pale skin. But you had to be up really close to notice them. Lips very full. Beautiful lips. Made for mine.
I tried not to stare at them for too long, in case my wanting got the better of me. He seemed to do the same.
We stared at each other like this was our last chance to memorise the other's face.
The caffeine hadn't lasted in my system long.
I was weary. I don't know when I fell asleep, but I just couldn't fight it.
I don't know when he left.
When I awoke he was gone.
This time I was left with a reminder of his stay.
A sprig of the Begonia bush was laid on a small torn piece of paper.
In his chaotic writing it said six little words.
I will return to you tonight.
For the first time in years I feel something other than sadness. I feel hope.
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