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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.
