it was storming, late at night. there was a thud on the door, and the doorbell rang at most five times. when the decision was finally made to open it, edward was on his knees, drenched from the rain and beaten half to death. he slumped to the ground, blood dripping from his lips. “i- i’m sorry. i should g- no… i didn’t know what else to do. i’m sorry. please… i’m sorry.” he spoke with a broken tone, his pleas more desperate than anytime they had previously met. his eyes- those were tears. real, legitimate tears. it was unclear as to whether they were from the pain or his drunken state, but they were there.