A few days later, Edward is back at my place after work.

I can tell he's been stressed out about it, even if he doesn't outright say it.

The way he tugs at his hair and sighs and huffs tells me.

When he leaves that night, he lingers at the door a little longer than normal.

"So...I won't be able to come by tomorrow night. I have things I need to take care of," he tells me.

"Oh." I don't know what else to say. I'm surprised. It's the first time we've ever really addressed this arrangement. It feels weird. "Okay. That's fine."

"Yeah, so I'll see you around."

"Bye."

He's already out the door.

I decide that it doesn't matter that he's not coming over. I usually have therapy anyway on Thursdays. It'll be nice to maybe stop by the bookstore on the way home.

Therapy is taxing.

While I'm not ready to talk about my mom getting sick or the events afterward, it's nice to talk about her while she was alive.

She was always so full of life.

Somehow, when I leave I feel just a little bit better. It's different talking to Dr. Black about her. With my dad or Phil, the conversation always turned sad.

It was nice to just focus on the good times with her.

After the session, I stop by the buildings restroom to wipe off all the dried tears and try to get the redness of my nose to go down.

I decide to skip the bookstore for the day. I'm too emotionally drained picking up dinner and going home to eat it in bed sounds way better.

I get off the bus a few stops from my house and pick up a sandwich and soup.

As I'm walking back to my place, I just happen to look across the street where there is a row of restaurants.

Edward is standing outside of a little Italian restaurant.

I stop walking and debate going over to say hi.

I already start to cross the street when Edwards head snaps into the opposite direction he was looking.

I follow his gaze to a woman with long blonde hair and short little dress and high heels on.

I watch as his face breaks out into a wide smile and he walks the rest of the way to her.

I stare as he embraces her in what could only been seen as an intimate way and turns his face to kiss her cheek.

I feel sick.

I don't watch anymore and take a few steps back before heading back to my place.

This is the last pre-written chapter I have. Not sure if there will be another one up later tonight. It really is no fun having no backspace key!

So...who's the girl?