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It seems there's been a shift ... a lot of you want to hug Edward. I bet you didn't imagine you'd ever feel that way when you started reading LOL.

Sunday morning dawns cold and crisp, clear blue skies betraying the temperature.

I didn't sleep. My mind couldn't switch off.

Whenever I think of what Edward told me last night, I feel physically sick.

He had a twin. A sister. Who died at the hands of his father.

I think of everything; what she looked like, what she'd look like now, his mom and her role, his fucking dad and the aftermath of Edward's sister's death, how hard it must have been for him ... how hard it still is for him.

Making my way to the shower, I smile forlornly; it's been so long since I did this with only one goal in mind: drive Edward wild. Little did I know back then, that Edward's brooding is rooted so deeply, so darkly.

It seems like a lifetime ago.

Last night, my curtains remained open, my lamp lit. His did too. I stared out towards his window, wondering if he was doing the same.

A text lights up my phone, distracting me for a moment. It's Rose, reminding me to meet them at the dinner in an hour.

I'm not sure I'm ready to face them, knowing I have information that could cut Edward some slack; knowing I can't tell them.

It's another bump in our precarious road. Another roadblock.

In my wardrobe, my dress for the Snow Ball catches my eye. And then I'm thinking of Tyler, which leads me to thoughts of Edward. Always back to Edward.

I don't know what to do.

I can't let Tyler down. Not now. Not after he went out on a limb and asked me in the first place. But is it fair to go with him, knowing there's someone else I wish could be in his place? Someone who can't.

I'm lost in my thoughts, spiralling into a hazy pit of doubt and what-ifs, confusion and turmoil. So much so, that I don't remember the drive to the dinner.

It's as busy as it always is on a Sunday morning.

Angela waves at me from our usual booth.

Just as I take a seat, my phone vibrates in my back pocket, and I shuffle, removing it, looking at the screen. I'm surprised, and oddly nervous as I read the name of the sender. Edward.

Can you come over later?

All eyes are on me as I text back. Smiling.

I'll be there in a couple of hours.

Looking up, my eyes meet the questioning blue of Rose. "What?" I ask.

"That your boyfriend?" she quips, raising an eyebrow.

Alice snorts into her banana milkshake. "Which one?"

I sigh, sliding the phone into my purse. "Tyler isn't my boyfriend."

"And Edward is?" Rose counters.

I shrug, because no, he's not. But that doesn't mean despite everything, I don't want him to be. Maybe. Eventually.

"Damn, girl," Angela adds, sitting back, regarding me more thoroughly.

"I know." It's all I can give them.

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