I knew better. What the hell is wrong with me?
My movements are erratic, everything too forceful. I struggle to regain control, but that's just it…
I can't.
I lost control the moment I let Edward into my life. Into my heart.
The moment I believed him.
Emmett is unusually subdued, mimicking the silence of my mood, if not the tenor, until he clears his throat.
"Hey umm… I hate to say it, Jazz, but…"
I glance over and see the backwards E in the candy he just cut.
Fucking shit.
I don't answer. I just stalk to my office.
Thursday, March 17, 2011
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