Class was still very nerve wracking, but at least I had a little better idea what Bella wanted and expected in terms of my behaviour after her email. It is still very, very difficult to look at her, though I want to very badly indeed. My desire and love for her are at war with the shame that permeates each fiber of my being.
Mr. Berty told us to work this class on an plan of action and to generate ideas. I could see in his mind past projects, the better examples were more innovative and took a deeply personal approach to the task. The typical submissions were pedestrian and did not explore the meaning of trying to write someone's life story while they were merely on the cusp of adulthood.
It was clear to me, though left unstated by our teacher, that this project was assigned with the aspiration of helping students define their identity, consider their goals and direction in life and take stock of the great transition that the end of senior year and graduation would bring. I shared what I thought were the main points to focus on for success with Bella and we both wrote down a few ideas.
It is exceptionally rare that I am assigned a project I have not completed in some way before, and more, this one may even hold some opportunity for personal growth, which is something I am in most dire need of. The project itself is intriguing, but of course the fact I am to work with Bella colours everything about my thoughts of it.
The time I had been dreading soon arrived though, when Bella said "Let's get the basics out of the way so we can make a start, ok?" The imminent start of this new, unwilling deception is drawing closer. I managed to avoid it today just barely, by asking Bella the standard questions about her family background, her early childhood, where she was born, when she was born.
There is nothing for it though, on Monday I shall have to lie to keep her safe. I wish there were another way.
I need to clear my head, I think I shall go for a run.
A/N: Please leave a review! A run? What could go wrong?
I'm glad to get back to being able to write a little comedy here and there and soon Edward will dwell a little less on the past and a little more on his present. This story is labelled as angst/comedy and though it started out as comedy caused by Edward's angst, it is now a balance of both I guess. Edward is growing though and I think that is a beautiful thing. Are you falling in love with him yet? I hope so.
Thanks to the creative, kind and funny wh1teow1 for being the best beta for this story please show some love and read Moirai, a reimagining of Twilight for the new decade!