themidnightson: "I love you. It's a poor excuse for what I'm doing, but it's still true." (Claire de Lune lover and piano player)
Edward Cullen ([personal profile] themidnightson) wrote in [personal profile] ofthefamily 2010-05-13 10:19 pm (UTC)

He can't succeed here. He even already knows the flavor of the pain that flashes through him, the one that isn't his. His fingers tensed, going perfectly still. Four remote dots of contact.

None of this is fair. It hasn't been since he started arriving from the 1700's. Still isn't. Not that anything has been 'fair' to Edward in over seventy years in this regard.

He can't even ask what he did to the universe at large.
That answer is beyond self evident, too.
Even if it's not the words that come.

He lets his gaze drop. "I tried to tell you. I left once."

I tried to forget you once.

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