Thanks be to Ms. EBT.
"Did you know?" you ask.
"No. I just found out."
I've never seen you cry before.
It's odd.
You're Edward Cullen.
You're not supposed to do things like cry.
But I understand why you're hurting.
Because I'm hurting, too.
I don't have the right to, but I am.
"I didn't get to tell her everything I wanted to that day," you say, clearing your throat.
That day…
"Why did you tell her?" you suddenly ask.
You sound angry and heartbroken at the same time.
But I have to ask you one of the million questions in my head.
"Why didn't you?"
Thank you.
I'll see you tomorrow. Hopefully.