Stephenie Meyer owns all of Twilight, but I own my words.
EPOV
36.
"Edward, you don't have to tell me if it's too painful to share, but if you're willing, I would love to hear why you felt the need to leave. I promise I not to judge you."
As uncomfortable as I feel about divulging this, I emit a sigh, lean forward, and just spill.
"You've figured out I write code for a prestigious company. The public depends on me. They demand excellence from their purchases. I became so absorbed with on-line conversing and fan-fiction writing, I began losing my perspective and started becoming careless. I didn't care to work anymore. Depression followed."
A/N:
Poor Edward.
Please share your thoughts.
Thank you, my wonderful beta, Chayasara, for doing what you do.
Thank you for reading.
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