[Edward frowns, at that. Staring down at the table, because he's not sure what else to do with himself right now.
It's a nice thought.
He knows it's a nice thought because he used to have it all the time. There were a few times where he did think he found someone, even. Someone who understood or who believed.
It never went anywhere good. That's how he learned how dangerous hope can be. What happened then hurt so much more because he'd dared to hope for something else.
...Still. If... If nothing else... Maybe he could--]
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It's a nice thought.
He knows it's a nice thought because he used to have it all the time. There were a few times where he did think he found someone, even. Someone who understood or who believed.
It never went anywhere good. That's how he learned how dangerous hope can be. What happened then hurt so much more because he'd dared to hope for something else.
...Still. If... If nothing else... Maybe he could--]
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Like what?