sorry for posting 65 and 66 twice. FFn is really messed up today!
I try to think about what I'm going to say, how I'm going to say it.
I want to be mad and at him and demand answers.
I want to cry and beg him not to be mad at me.
I don't know what to do.
I don't have much more time to worry over it because a few minutes later, there's a knock at the door.
I don't bother going to it, because I know it's unlocked and he'll just see himself in.
Which he does.
"Hey," Edward greets me, dropping a bag of takeout on my bed. "I brought Chinese."
He takes off his shoes and jacket and sits cross legged on the bed as I open all the cartons up.
In the past, we haven't bothered with plates. We just pass the cartons back and forth.
"So..." Edward says, taking a bite of food. "Are we going to talk now or—"
"Later," I interrupt him. "Can we just eat first?"
"Yeah," he nods. "Let's just eat."
I literally just got home about 30 minutes ago and wrote this. I wanted to get to the conversation, but it looks like that will happen tomorrow.