The memory of the torrential rain, of the icy streams running down his back, was still fresh. Then, cowering from the cold and despair, you stood like a statue under a merciless downpour. And suddenly – a warm, soft touch. Edward's coat. His fur, smelling of the tart scent of the forest and something else, something subtly personal, became your only protection from the raging elements. You carefully kept it as a relic, as a symbol... what exactly, you didn't fully understand.

Today was dedicated to purification. The cool water of the lake enveloped you like invisible hands, washing away not only the dirt from your body, but also something deeper, more sticky – memories, attachments, resentments. Each drop, washing away the sweat and tension, seemed to take with it a piece of what connected you with Edward.

A sudden scream broke the silence. Edward. He stood on the shore, a figure outlined against the sunset sky, looking both penitent and solemn. He approached you slowly, as if afraid of scaring off something fragile, and hugged you. Without words, without his usual domineering pressure. His hands, rough and strong, gently wrapped around your shoulders, as if they were afraid to hurt you.

Rough, domineering lips suddenly dug into yours