Chapter 280
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By now, she's seen the sketches and my revelation. Once I decided to write it in bold metallic marker, there was no taking it back. I'm out and I'm proud. I love Bella.
Loving her doesn't come with strings attached, Banner's voice reminds me. Not possession, not reciprocity, not control.
Was I cowardly telling her this way? I wonder, tapping my steering wheel at the red light.
I don't think so. This way, she knows how I feel, and she can process her own response without any pressure.
And I take it as a good omen that she hasn't canceled.
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==8 BPOV 8==
Edward loves me.
It seems ironic he's only telling me now, after everything. But then I stop and remind myself, it had only been three weeks. How on earth did we fall so hard, so fast?
There's no question I loved him, too. Love him, too? Does it even matter what was? He's right to focus us on now.
The plan that felt reasonable—necessary, even—at 2 pm feels cruel at 5:45, but the wheels are in motion. Besides, if things aren't going to work, I'd so much rather know now than go through the whole damn process again.
A/N: Born is hiding... XXX ~BOH