Chapter 279
==8 BPOV 8==
I slice open the envelope with a nail file, certain I'll be saving this correspondence for the rest of my days. In the same graceful script he used on the cover, Edward's written:
Dear Bella,
As I work through my issues, you're all I can see and all I need.
But please rest assured,
If you choose not to see me again—perish the thought—
I swear I will never put pencil to paper and steal your image without your blessing.
If we do end up back together –God willing—
I'll fill a library with drawings of us.
Love, Edward
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| - EPOV - |
"You were there forever. That's a good sign, right?" Jasper asks, pulling a sub out of the refrigerator for me.
"Dude, why does your hair look like shit?"
"Emmett, stay focused," Rose snaps.
"I went to see Banner after, and she didn't get around to drying me. Oh, and I'm going back tonight."
"To Banner?"
"No, Rose. To Mystique. Bella invited me to come back after work so we can talk."
"You better tame that dead raccoon on your head first."
A chunk of salami flies out of my mouth and lands on Emmett's cheek as I burst out laughing.
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==8 BPOV 8==
"Oh my God, is that an actual smile on your face?" Alice teases, catching me as I sneak back inside from the parking lot.
"Maybe."
"Chuck Norris did some sweet talking, did he?" she asks, suspiciously.
"Not just talking, Alice. He's been…" It's not my place to share Edward's story. "…Drawing."
"With a broken hand?"
"Apparently," I shrug. "Makes it all the more special, doesn't it?"
"Depends. What's he been drawing?"
I feel myself redden, but I don't care anymore. "Me. Us."
"I don't suppose you'll share?"
"No way, Alice. Too personal."
"Wow," she says appreciatively. "Head Three's got game."