Today marked the year long anniversary of Edward leaving you. He claimed it was for your own safety. After James had attacked you, he couldn’t bare to be the reasoning of your pain.

Your calendar was filled with red X’s, marking out the days of Edward not being in your life.

With Edward gone, you had nothing to do. You’d spend your days by laying in your bed, blasting music through your earbuds and reminiscing about your moments with him, staring at the box of collected momentos. You left your food untouched, your weight dropping dramatically.

You were hurt. He had you wrapped around his finger.