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Your trailer sparkles like colorful fireflies on a summer evening. I know you're inside, and as much as I want to knock on your door, I won't. You're finally happy. Away from me.
I think about the long summer days we used to spend on the beach and in the water, knee boarding and surfing. I hate that we don't do that anymore. I hate that you don't want me near you. I hate that I hurt you. Again.
Your door opens and light shines behind you, casting you into shadows. I take a step forward even though I promised myself I wouldn't. The movement catches your eyes and you turn toward me. Our eyes meet, or at least I imagine they do, because I still can't really see your face. You step down and slowly come toward me. You tilt your head and your voice is quiet.
"Edward?"