~Chapter 5
If Edward had bothered to count, it was five years and seven months, or two thousand and thirty-seven days, before he had his first visitor. By now, he wasn’t expecting one. He thought he was forgotten, which explained the incredulous look he gave when a guard announced that someone had come for him. Finally. Should he be moved, or should he be angry? Moved, because he thought he was no longer a living person, irredeemable. Angry, because it took so long before anyone managed to pluck up their courage to visit. But still, he was curious about his visitor. ‘Please, God, let it be Tyler,’ he hoped.
The cloaked visitor exchanged a few words with the guard and appeared to be thanking him. In return, the guard nodded and whispered something in his ear. The visitor was not pleased and insisted, so the guard opened the gate and let him in. Edward still couldn’t see who the visitor was despite squinting his eyes and bending his head for a different angle, but he knew he hadn’t long to wait. The guard came in warily and closed the gate behind him, his eyes on Edward. The visitor seemed to stand there for a few seconds, as if unsure how to react, before removing his hood.
Even in a thousand years, Edward would never forget that face, and that slick, dark hair. Beneath the pair of black, selfish eyes, was a small nose, and although small, its ability to poke its way into other people’s businesses was astonishing for its size. Never in a thousand years, even if he had grown several pounds of muscles here and there, would Edward mistake his brother for anybody else.
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