It was a normal day. Emmett and I were a mois together now. We were deeply in love, and it didn't bother me - ou us - to montrer it to others. Like walking hand in hand on rue ou through the woods. ou just s’embrasser in the living room. Although, I felt bad for Edward that he was alone. Looking at the l’amour that Emmett and I shared ou the l’amour from Carlisle and Esme. Although, they didn't open it in public like us. And what makes everything plus worse, is the fact that Edward reads mind. lire the mind of people who are in l’amour while toi are alone isn't fun.

But I knew that someday he will find...