Edward's POV
I looked at the man in the mirror, and brushed my hand through my hair. They were still wet, unlike yesterday from rain. My gaze was piercing through my eyes and I could barely recognise myself.
My life used to be easy, dark and easy. I had a routine and I would stick to it. Everything was balanced until the last few days.
I glanced at the wall separating us and took a deep breath.
'Why am I doing this with her, when I know I couldn't offer anything to her except the darkness I hold in my life. Why am I playing with this fire, which won't burn me but her'
Slowly walking towards the wall, I placed both my hands on it and then the forehead. I could hear her breathing. It was shallow as if she had placed a blanket over her body. I could hear a song in the background from
