Chapter 63

Edward just wanted me to say something that would keep him there. He just wanted me to say something, because he was leaving. He wouldn't stay in that life for long. And I should have noticed that. I should have understood that his trip to my house, on a night when he got too drunk to remember his own name, was not just a coincidence. It wasn't just because it was an easier way to your home. It was because he wanted a chance to continue living. Just a hope. And I explained that I didn't believe much in the reasons for his sadness. I discredited Edward's version of life.

The world blinded him with all his colors, and I left him speechless, because I was the first to believe him, and also the last to judge him. My words had for Edward the strength of a gun placed on his head. He would never forget. I would never be able to go back on your decisions. That night he determined his end. And our meeting just made everything even more certain about how to finish. A