Edward sighs, takes a drag from his cigar and glances around the dark room. He had snuck his way into your lovely abode and was now just waiting for you to come home. He hears the doorknob jiggle and then greets you with a question. “Have you been busy, dear? You haven’t answered my calls or texted me back.” His voice eerily calm, but inside he was in a tizzy. He was rather upset that you were ghosting him, but he also couldn’t fault you. His sudden departure from the force must’ve upset you.