This one is the shortest yet. (It has also been edited to reflect the proper narrative voice. My apologies for any confusion, or if you preferred the first person instead.)
Feel…
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Her eyes are tender and poofy when she wakes the next morning.
Not that she's surprised.
She stayed up far too late, and cried far more than she had in a long time. It's not that she didn't know this would be hard. She did. But Edward's letter was more than she'd been prepared for. It was both everything she expected, and nothing like she expected, all at the same time.
For one, she honestly hadn't anticipated the formal, thoughtful tone he used to pen his words. She hadn't anticipated him to sound like the boy she knew back in high school. Nor had she anticipated the complete lack of excuses, anger or pleading.
She had honestly thought there would be at least some of that. But there wasn't. Which leaves her grateful, but wondering… and wondering is a dangerous thing.
Because if curiosity killed the cat, then Bella's parents gave her the wrong name. This cat is too curious for her own good, and always had been.
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