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 :)
