edward.

HE CAN’T HELP himself ;; laughter falls so EASILY from putrid lips, BRIGHT as it floats between them. the weapon, if it could be CALLED such, is batted away as easily as a PEST and he fixes her with a DUBIOUS look. “ you are such a BRAT. why do i put UP with you, i wonder? ”

❛ – weird. i was wondering the SAME THING. ❜ her bitterness is thriving, lips set in a displeased line, where he seems thoroughly entertained. ❛ look, cullen, you don’t NEED to ‘ put up ‘ with me in any way. you’re free to walk away and just NOT talk to me. ❜
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