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Vampire Heart
23.11. Friday
As I was walking towards the bus stop, I didn’t see Edward‘s car below the apartment building. This surprised me; we had explained everything to each other after all. Maybe something has happened? I thought. I knew Edward was a vampire and I shouldn’t be worried because there probably weren’t many things that could really hurt him, but I was always thinking about the worst case scenario at times like this. But before I started to become REALLY worried, I heard a familiar voice calling my name. I turned around and saw my boyfriend leaning nonchalantly against a white Mercedes. I ran happily to him, instantly forgetting about my paranoia.
“You’ve got a new car!” I said examining the vehicle. It wasn’t as exceptional as the Porsche but I liked it.
“The other one is being fixed.” Edward explained. It surely had to be fixed; it didn’t look so nice with broken steering wheel and a dent in the hood. Poor pretty car, I contributed to its suffering, I mourned its beauty as if it was a living thing.
We got into the car and pulled out.
“I want to visit Isa after my classes today.” I declared uneasily after a moment of silence. I didn’t feel very safe touching the subject connected with our argument in the car. Who knew how he would react this time?
To my great relief, he just smiled at me. “We’ll visit her then.”
I smiled back at him. I was glad he was going to be with me in the hospital this time. I wasn’t sure if I could stand the sight again alone; his presence would calm me.
In school it appeared that I wasn’t the only one who was worrying about Isa. Kate and Monique also wanted to see her.
“What about going together then?” I suggested. “And you could meet Edward by the way.” During all this time they didn’t have a chance to be charmed by my vampire. I almost felt bad for them. Almost.
Monique’s eyes twinkled. “With great pleasure!” she squealed bouncing up and down with excitement. She looked like a mentally handicapped five-year-old.
“I can’t today.” Kate saddened. “Our group is finishing lessons earlier than yours.”
I frowned. It wasn’t a great pleasure to be accompanied by the weirdo. However, I had to lay it on the line now.


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