Ten Years Later, Still Falling - Chapter 11: Chapter 11
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Emma clung to my arm, her lips forming an exaggerated pout. "Oh come on, Yuna! Stop being so stubborn—it's obvious you're both crazy about each other. Just go check on him already!"
Heat rushed to my cheeks. "Would you cut that out?"
If I pushed aside our complicated history, Edward was undeniably incredible.
And me?
I had feelings for him.
Yeah, I liked him. Maybe he felt the same way.
But that mental block just wouldn't budge.
I could still picture my younger self—face buried in a tear-soaked pillow, eyes puffy from crying all night, drowning in heartache.
If he'd actually cared about me back then... what was the point of all those tears? All that lingering bitterness?
Emma wasn't having it. Her foot tapped impatiently. "Okay, baby steps. Even if you don't like him—which is total BS—you're still his friend, right? Edward's in bad shape!"
"Hold on..." My stomach dropped as I studied her tense expression. "What aren't you telling me?"
She froze like a deer in headlights. "You seriously don't know?"
Her face twisted with something between shock and sympathy. "Edward's mom... she died."
"His mother?"
My mind reeled. Edward had been abandoned as a kid—raised by his grandparents. Since when did his mother even exist in his life?
Before I could process it, my phone was already dialing Edward's number. Straight to voicemail.
Emma chewed her lip before blurting, "I think I know where he is. Let's go—now!"
Keys in hand, we bolted. I drove like a bat out of hell, shooting Liam a quick "family emergency" text between gear shifts.
The GPS led us to the middle of nowhere—some rural town's outskirts near open fields.
Only when we arrived did I notice the rows of headstones. A cemetery.
Wait—had the funeral already happened?
And why a burial? That seemed... unusual.
Dusk painted the sky in gloomy hues as we searched. Finally, we spotted a hunched figure in the distance.
"Edward!"
He turned slowly. Even from yards away, I could see the hollow look in his eyes.
"What the hell happened to you?" I parked haphazardly, my shoes sinking into the uneven earth as I approached.
Up close, he looked wrecked—still wearing the same rumpled suit from days ago, now caked in dirt.
A half-empty bottle of whiskey dangled from his fingers. The grass around him was littered with liquor bottles—beer, vodka, you name it.
Then I saw them—two weathered headstones standing sentinel before him.
My breath caught as I read the inscriptions.
Oh God.
Heat rushed to my cheeks. "Would you cut that out?"
If I pushed aside our complicated history, Edward was undeniably incredible.
And me?
I had feelings for him.
Yeah, I liked him. Maybe he felt the same way.
But that mental block just wouldn't budge.
I could still picture my younger self—face buried in a tear-soaked pillow, eyes puffy from crying all night, drowning in heartache.
If he'd actually cared about me back then... what was the point of all those tears? All that lingering bitterness?
Emma wasn't having it. Her foot tapped impatiently. "Okay, baby steps. Even if you don't like him—which is total BS—you're still his friend, right? Edward's in bad shape!"
"Hold on..." My stomach dropped as I studied her tense expression. "What aren't you telling me?"
She froze like a deer in headlights. "You seriously don't know?"
Her face twisted with something between shock and sympathy. "Edward's mom... she died."
"His mother?"
My mind reeled. Edward had been abandoned as a kid—raised by his grandparents. Since when did his mother even exist in his life?
Before I could process it, my phone was already dialing Edward's number. Straight to voicemail.
Emma chewed her lip before blurting, "I think I know where he is. Let's go—now!"
Keys in hand, we bolted. I drove like a bat out of hell, shooting Liam a quick "family emergency" text between gear shifts.
The GPS led us to the middle of nowhere—some rural town's outskirts near open fields.
Only when we arrived did I notice the rows of headstones. A cemetery.
Wait—had the funeral already happened?
And why a burial? That seemed... unusual.
Dusk painted the sky in gloomy hues as we searched. Finally, we spotted a hunched figure in the distance.
"Edward!"
He turned slowly. Even from yards away, I could see the hollow look in his eyes.
"What the hell happened to you?" I parked haphazardly, my shoes sinking into the uneven earth as I approached.
Up close, he looked wrecked—still wearing the same rumpled suit from days ago, now caked in dirt.
A half-empty bottle of whiskey dangled from his fingers. The grass around him was littered with liquor bottles—beer, vodka, you name it.
Then I saw them—two weathered headstones standing sentinel before him.
My breath caught as I read the inscriptions.
Oh God.
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