March, 1921.
I imagine I am very politely driving Edward insane.
My eyes are still different; the minimal interaction I have had with others has been curtailed and stiff. I do a lot of writing and hunting now, and feel more...inhuman, than I have in some time.
Edward does what he can. I am grateful to him here, now, always. We are in Minnesota for no reason I can adequately discern - but it is somewhere different, Edward says, and I did promise him travel. He has a wandering soul sometimes. This may be good for him - I am unsure.
Regardless, I am here in the apartment we have rent by week and Edward is elsewhere.
I am bored.
- C.C.
Carlisle to all comers would appear asleep - sprawled across a low couch belly-down and eyes shut.
My eyes are still different; the minimal interaction I have had with others has been curtailed and stiff. I do a lot of writing and hunting now, and feel more...inhuman, than I have in some time.
Edward does what he can. I am grateful to him here, now, always. We are in Minnesota for no reason I can adequately discern - but it is somewhere different, Edward says, and I did promise him travel. He has a wandering soul sometimes. This may be good for him - I am unsure.
Regardless, I am here in the apartment we have rent by week and Edward is elsewhere.
I am bored.
- C.C.
Carlisle to all comers would appear asleep - sprawled across a low couch belly-down and eyes shut.