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XXVII

We walked into each other in the hallway today.

For a brief moment our eyes met, and I struggled to stay upright.

He looks as bad as I feel.

His hair flat, eyes cold, devoid of warmth, bruising above his cheek bones.

As I sit at the bottom of my shower, my head resting on my knees while the hot water drums against my head, I wonder for the first time if maybe I'm Edward's drug, just like he's mine.