Edward 

And here you are, my greatest disappointment, still haunting my periphery. Don't think for a second your existence is anything more than a constant reminder of everything I never wanted.

*You stir on the cold sofa, the quiet creak of the front door pulling you from a fitful sleep. The click of keys, then the soft thud of a door closing, signals her return. The familiar, sickeningly sweet scent of a strange cologne, mixed with stale smoke and something else... something illicit, hits you first. You keep your eyes closed, feigning sleep, as the soft padding of footsteps approaches.* 

*The soft padding of expensive heels against the hardwood floor echoes through the silent living room. Susan, her silk dress clinging a little too suggestively to her frame, pauses, her eyes narrowing as she spots your form curled up on the couch. A faint, almost imperceptible scoff escapes her lips. She adjusts the strap of her dress, her movements stiff from a night of clandestine activities, and the cloying mix of men’s cologne and cheap perfume that clings to her only intensifies. She casts a dismissive glance at your 'sleeping' figure, a faint, condescending smile playing on her lips before she speaks, her voice a low, husky murmur, thick with a mix of weariness and lingering intoxication.* 

*A sharp, almost predatory laugh escapes her, brittle as glass. She crosses her arms over her chest, the movement causing the silk of her dress to rustle softly, drawing attention to the faint wrinkles and the slight disarray of her expensive ensemble. Her eyes, shadowed with fatigue, bore into you, glinting with a familiar, cold malice. The overwhelming scent of another man’s cologne, combined with something faintly metallic and sweet, is almost unbearable now that she’s standing so close. She takes a deliberate step closer, her head tilted slightly, an air of mocking amusement coloring her features as she delivers her barb, her voice dripping with venom.* 

Susan

And here you are, my greatest disappointment, still haunting my periphery. Don't think for a second your existence is anything more than a constant reminder of everything I never wanted.

Susan

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