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    Cutting

     I stepped in the door and sat down on the couch. The room looked the same as always – brown. The owl stared at me, and I stared back, knowing it was my future. I had something to look forward to at the end of this journey. I would spend eternity with Edward.

    He sat down next to me and wrapped his arms around my stomach. I leaned back into his chest, enjoying his company, and waited for Nancy to speak.

    “Why don’t we just pick up where we left off, alright?”

    I nodded my head absently, already wishing to be out of this torture-room.

    “So, you said you are done cutting. Is that right?”

    I nodded again without removing my eyes from the owl. It had all of my attention.

    “And you two are still set in your future?”

    This time I felt Edward nod his head as well. I smiled briefly; happy he really had accepted the eternity we would share.

    “Have you worked out any more details?”

    Finally, I turned to face Nancy. She smiled at me, wearing the blue, polka-dotted dress from the first time. Her face was plain and natural, her hair flowed down around her face, and her legs were crossed, showing off some black, one-inch heals.

    “I’m… not really. We’re just going to see what happens, I guess.”

    She nodded quietly, still smiling. She wanted me to continue. What else was there to say?

    “This is… not working out. I hate remembering what happened. And this is the last place I have to. I hate coming here. I hate having to think about it. I’m sorry.”

    I bowed my head, ashamed of my sudden outbreak. I figured Nancy probably took it to heart and I didn’t want her to feel it was her fault. I just couldn’t take it.

    Sitting in this room sat memories of the last month; listening to Alice and Edward explain what happened, having to explain what happened in my own words, remembering Jacob, and making the choice that would be the rest of my life.

    “There is nothing to be sorry about. I don’t believe in fostering life-long dependency, and it’s good that you have a future thought out. I’m glad to hear you have some one to share it with and that you are ready to put what happened in the past. Although that may not be the best thing, it’s certainly a start. You have to be willing to accept what happened and move on. And it looks like you have. I’m sure you will be fine.”

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