"Well, what do you guys do? I mean, what do you guys even talk about?" Rose asks.
I shrug. "We don't really talk. We just hang out. Do our own thing. Sometimes he brings over work with him to get done, or his laptop."
"Weird," Rose shakes her head.
"It is weird," I agree.
"Just be careful around him, okay? I don't want either of you guys to get hurt."
"Don't worry. I won't hurt him. I don't think I could," I added honestly.
Rosalie smiled sadly and looked down. "It's not really him I'm worried about."
After Rose leaves, I try to shake off our conversation.
It hits too close to home.
Whether I've wanted to or not, I've let Edward in more than I ever intended to.
I'm terrified of getting hurt.
The next few weeks are the same, but...I've started going to therapy.
Edward doesn't know, though because I've been taking a short day at work and I'm home by the time I normally would be.
Our sessions aren't getting any better, but it's a start.
sometimes I answer his questions.
He's yet to address the issue from the first time, but each time I go I spend an hour waiting for it.
For the most part, everything is okay.
I start to wonder if maybe I will be too.
See you tomorrow.