A/N: I just want to apologise for any formatting issues that may be present in my writing.
I was trying every trick in the book to work out where I'd heard that voice, to no avail. Then I decided to wait and see who it was that had called me.
I got to the park, which was quieter than I expected. What I didn't expect, however, was who I was supposed to be meeting.
"Oh, hey Edward, I honestly thought you wouldn't show." Isabella said.
"Well, I'm a man of my word Isabella. Especially when it comes to helping someone." I started, "Speaking of which, what did you want to talk about?"
"You, or more specifically, how you seem to have already gotten over your heartbreak."
"I can tell you I haven't gotten over it, I just happen to be very good at putting on a metaphorical mask. This... isn't the real me, I was diagnosed with autism 4 years ago and I'm prone to panic attacks. What you're seeing, is a facade. I'm barely holding it together now. No idea why I'm telling you this."
"So, you're hiding your emotions? Your true personality?" She asked, concerned.
"Yeah. I don't like people seeing the real Edward. Plus, it's easier to be left alone when I'm the fake Edward." I answered nervously.
I was on the verge of succumbing to a panic attack, trying to calm myself down so I could get through this conversation. It wasn't working.
"I feel sorry for you, Edward. It must be hard to get through the days." Isabella said sympathetically.
"It's hard, yes. But I forget about what's happened when I listen to music. Particularly rock, doesn't matter what kind of rock, as long as it's rock." I explained.
"Any favorites?"
"The Who, Pink Floyd, Bon Jovi, Status Quo, just to name a few."
I was still close to breaking down, but not as close as I had been, although I didn't know what had caused me to calm down slightly. Not that it mattered.
One hour later…
"I've got a Fireside Girls meeting to attend, so I'll see you later Edward." Isabella said, already leaving. That left me to decide how I was gonna spend the rest of my day.
"Yeah, see you later." I replied.
I stayed out for a few minutes, then started walking back home. Surprisingly, I started singing 'See Me, Feel Me' by The Who to myself. And suddenly, I knew what I was doing for the rest of the day: singing along to some rock.
When I got back home, I fired up the stereo and inserted a mixtape disc I'd made a couple of months ago. But, as was going to become a common theme, I never got the chance to press play.