The car ride home was spent in silence; though I’m sure Alice and Edward were a having mental conversation. For once, I was glad to be left out. Our first session had gone no less than interestingly, and I did not want to relive it.

The drive to Forks, Charlie’s house, and in the driveway was all-silent. I stepped out of the car and walked inside slowly. The last thing I saw was the pain in Edward’s eyes as he sped away.

I closed the door and turned around to walk upstairs. Instead, I sunk onto the floor, staring blankly ahead as I reviewed the day’s activities. The morning was pleasant and calm. Lunch had brought a fresh wave of pain, but I forgot quickly as Edward’s light mood returned for fifth period. After school, I had suffered through a trip to Port Angeles just so I could cry for an hour in front of a stranger.

The tears came again, streaking my face. Why couldn’t the nightmare end already? Edward was back and everything was fine. The only problem was remembering.

In all of my misery, I had forgotten about the owl. It seemed so ordinary and plain, yet out of place and unique. The colors drew me in and begged to be understood. During the slow crawl I used to make it upstairs, I made a mental note to ask Edward about it later.

I fell backwards onto bed. So many different details of today called for my attention. Their numbers startled me and I soon fell asleep, exhausted by the overwhelming feeling. Asleep, I took no notice as to whom, if anyone, came by the house. The only thing that told me Charlie had come back was the note I found in the morning saying he would be out late.

I looked out the window. The unpredictable clouds this morning would give me a day to sort out my thoughts. Moreover, Charlie’s absences would make talking to Edward easier. I smiled inwardly. Perhaps things were getting better.

The majority of the day was spent sorting through last night’s thoughts. Even at lunch, I ignored my peers, preferring to think about how I would ask my many questions. By the time I got home, the rest of my night was planned out – word for word. All I had to do was to wait until twilight when Edward would come through the window.

While I lied on my bed anxiously, I couldn’t help but think about Edward’s words again. He held me on a pedestal, high above everyone else. He would kill himself for laying one bad finger on me. He had mentioned time and again just how precious I was. Edward hated himself. He thought he had broken his favorite thing in the world.

I certainly reciprocated those feelings. Not one word had he used that I wouldn’t. My love for him was at least as deep as his was for me. Seeing him pained and upset hurt me almost as much as his leaving.

A soft footstep sounded and then the edge of my bed sank a bit. Edward was here.

I grimaced. Just like I’d planned, I’d start off slow and gradually shift toward the specifics – namely, that owl.

“Hey,” he murmured. His voice was velvet, willing me to forget my plan and fall asleep.

“Where were you last night?”

“Just out for a stroll. I came by, but you were asleep and I didn’t want to wake you.”

“I wouldn’t have minded.”

He chuckled a little. His eyes seemed to light up shortly before shifting back to their hazy, pain-filled selves.

“Alice said you had some questions for me?” he prodded, making it sound like a question.

“Yeah. Well, first… what does the color brown represent?”