by peristew
Summary: Not me. That's who this girl is. She is not me. And for the
first time, Edward wants someone who is not me. The tequila sits at
the
bottom of my stomach and begins to grow tentacles. I am tequila
brave.
I'm not ready to sit down and play nice, so I make a b-line
to the bathroom.
dull
mirror, I touch my lips, remembering the feel
of his—the lips I know
so
well. It had been too long since I last kissed Edward,
since before he
last kissed me.
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