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"What is it you don't like about the guy reflected back?"
I slide my feet onto the floor and lean forward, elbows on my knees, eyes to the carpet. "For starters, he's a jealous asshole."
"Tell me more about the jealousy, Edward. What does that feel like?"
Overwhelming. Debilitating. Scary.
"It makes me feel out of control. Angry, unreasonable, Jesus, I turn into the Incredible Hulk!"
"And is this a pattern you recognize?"
"No!" I answer quickly, lifting my eyes to the earnest pair across the table. "I don't understand this at all. It has never happened to me before."
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"Have you ever cared about anyone else the way you care about Bella?"
"No."
"That was quick," he observes. "You don't want to think about my question?"
"Don't need to. It's the easiest one you've asked me yet. Nobody comes close to touching my feelings for Bella."
His voice softens, "Does she return your feelings?"
This time, I do pause to ponder my answer, checking the ceiling, the inside of my eyelids, and the floor for clues. "It seems like she did."
"Did."
I turn my anguished face toward the doctor.
"Okay," he says, "we'll come back to that."
Awesome.