SM owns. Unbeta'd.
No witfit today, so Happy Easter ;)
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A week later... Early Morning. Paris.
FR: Isabella Swan (SwanB (at) mail (dot) com)
TO: E. Cullen (EAC (at) mail (dot) com)
Subject: Can't sleep.
Edward,
I couldn't sleep. It's about 5 in the morning and I should be sleeping but I can't. I actually slept maybe an hour before I woke up. I had a sudden urge... a need, to see you. To talk to you. To hear your voice. I've been thinking about how things happened between us. And all this time, I've been blaming you. And when you called me out weeks ago, I was genuinely pissed off at you. But I was wrong so, so wrong.
Please. If you're still up. I need to talk to you.
Balla
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A/N: I know it's short. More coming in an hour, I think.