I hung up on Edward. I threw my phone on the bed, running to the bathroom and lost my entire meal in the toilet. I sobbed brokenly, clawing at my hair as more of my friends were hurt because of their association with me. I curled up in the fetal position, letting the tears fall down my face.
I should just go away.
I shouldn’t have let Edward in.
Then, I wouldn’t be at risk of losing everything I’ve ever loved.