Bella smiles when we walk through the door. "Hi."

I fucking beam. "Hey."

Then I stall.

Unsure where to go from here.

"How's therapy coming?" Relevant question, but also a repeat from yesterday.

"Same old, same old," she replies. "How are you two?"

I pause.

Rake my hand through my hair.

Shrug. "Could be better."

The playful light in her eyes dims. "Sorry."

"Don't," I say, sinking into a nearby chair. "I shouldn't have said that."

"No, it's good," she says. "You shouldn't hide your feelings from me."

"I don't want to press—"

"The truth is the truth, Edward."


1 more today, then 1 a day this week. It's short and I won't get much writing done :)