She wasn’t going to cry over Edward Jacob Cullen. At least...she wasn’t going to cry over him in front of him. That was reserved for behind closed doors, when it all got too much, when it felt like her body was splitting in two --- half of her pulling towards him, half of her pulling away. And then, inevitably, they’d end up like this. Forced together. Her hands gripping his, terrified to let go. ❝ Of course I care. ❞ Is that what he thought? That she didn’t care? The issue had never been that she didn’t care, it had been that she cared too much. Caroline brought their hands up, pressing her lips to his knuckles before resting her chin atop their entwined fingers, eyes glistening, thumb moving over the back of his hand. ❝ Yeah well you almost did. ❞ Quiet. Like she could only admit it to herself now that he was looking up at her. Fully alive and seemingly back to his old self.
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