THIRD CHAPPIE!!!! :3

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I'm going to make this short and sweet, got it?

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See the cycle? This could all be avoided IF YOU JUST REVIEW!!!!

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EPOV(I've been doing his POV a lot haven't I?)

When we finished dinner the next evening and had moved to the garden room, I wandered around the room restlessly until I stopped at one of the sliding doors and looked out over the yard.

"Do you want to accept Emmett's invitation to dine at Fisherman's Wharf with him?" I asked out of the blue, not looking at her.

BPOV(Fast switch I know, this part needs to be in her POV)

I had lost sleep last night, trying to make the decision. Personally, I was content to remain at the house, because in a few weeks, I'd have to leave it and this time there would be no reason to return in the future. But I considered Edward. Did he take refuge in the house to hide his scarred face from the judging eyes of the public? Or was there another reason?

"I'm willing to go if you are," I said, and he whirled to face me, his eyes filled with excitement. "I've decided it's cowardly to stay in this house like a shield all day to avoid seeing other people I used to know."I said pointedly, in case this was the reason he'd become a recluse.

"Should I tell Emmett to make reservations for Thursday evening?"

"That would be fine with me. I've also hesitated to go anywhere because I don't have clothes that are in style. This doesn't bother me, but if I see people I used to know they'd notice. I've decided that this is foolish, I'll never again be the pampered daughter of Charlie Swan with a large credit account in Norfolk's finest stores, free do buy anything I want."

"I guess I've not really thought about how your father's downfall affected your life too. And yet, you've handled it without bitterness."

I laughed, "Oh, I've had my bitter moments, believe me," I had a weary smile on my face, "But faith in the fact that we'd hit bottom and that it could only get better brought me through it. I've accepted the fact that my life won't ever be the same. When my father's health improves, I'm going to launch out on my own, be independent. I'm not going to spend the rest of my life dwelling on what I can't change."

"That's something I have yet to master. I'm always resentful and hold grudges at the blows life deals me."

That was the closest he'd come to referring to his scars, but he'd have to be more specific than that if he wanted me to comment. I knew that accident was a touchy subject, and I didn't want to say the wrong thing.

Ok, so originally, there was a lot more in the first chappie I wrote, but I cut it out. And I'm not going to add stuff from the next chapter 'cause that would mess it up, for me anyway.

Fatal

P.S. I'm hoping to get another chapter out today.