~18~~
Edward strolled along. He had a few extra minutes to make the train, and if he didn't hurry—and there really was no need to—then maybe he'd see her.
She wasn't in front of him—and he'd been looking.
He knew it was wishful thinking that he would ever see her again, let alone this morning, but he was certainly hoping.
In fact, he'd been hoping all night.
Edward couldn't quite understand the reaction he'd had to her. It wasn't like him. Jesus, he hadn't even spoken to her. So why couldn't he get her out of his mind?
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