I stare at the spot Edward had just been standing in.
Did that really just happen?
I bring my hand up to touch my lips.
I can still feel him.
A few guys stumble drunkenly out of the club and leer at me, making me feel uncomfortable.
Instead of confronting them, I swallow back the tears that are threatening to flow and make my way back home.
The next morning, I'm pissed.
I want to call Edward and demand to know what his problem is.
I get it, he's fucked up. I am too; probably more so than he is.
The problem is, is that I don't have his phone number.
Rose would be too suspicious if I called her and asked for it.
Judging by the way Rose was last night, she's probably still sleeping anyways.
I don't know what to do, so I don't do anything.
I go to work and come home.
I ignore all my phone calls.
I wonder why Paul started calling me again.
Everything was okay until there's a knock at my door.
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