The way I moved behind Edward as he led me towards the suspended, lit balcony that night, I think they called it floating. I felt something stirring inside me that I hadn’t felt in a long time. I think they called that hope.

Hoisting myself up onto the balcony after him, it was all so surreal. When he turned to grab my arms and guide me over the barrier between the balcony itself and the open air, golden eyes shining brighter than ever, I shivered with the new feeling. I had seen this once before, in my dream. The sudden reality of it all made me weak at the knees.

My reaction to his nothing more than considerate touch was a little dramatic, I won’t deny that. I mean, I wasn’t completely oblivious to the difference between our feelings for each other. In my book, friendship and obsession were opposite poles. A positive and a negative. Safe and lethal.

Obsession. That’s what I was going to call it. More than attraction, stronger than simple desire or need.

I didn’t know what love was, but this had to be close.

Maybe it was just a side effect of my quickly-increasing obsession and need for him, but I was starting to feel that the great divide between us was starting to fade, and the magnetic pull was unmistakable. It felt like every fiber of my being was wired to him.

And right now, I was a live freaking wire.

The moment my feet touched the balcony, Edward had grabbed my hand and tugged the screen door open, revealing a very neat, modestly furnished bedroom – well, minus the bed. One wall was adorned with floor to ceiling mahogany shelves, containing endless books, records, CD’s, and even a row of audio cassettes. The white paint of the parallel wall was hardly visible under the layers of sheet music and sketches tacked onto its surface, in a wide arc above an antique wooden piano, a bit smaller than the one downstairs. It was the defining piece in the room, and it was every bit as beautiful as the other. A few loose papers and CD’s lay on the floor beside the spacious, deep blue couch set against the wall near the closed door facing us. I held my breath as we stepped into the room in unison.