Invitations
In my dream it was very dark, and what dim light there was seemed to be radiating
from Edward's skin. I couldn't see his face, just his back as he walked away from me,
leaving me in the blackness. No matter how fast I ran, I couldn't catch up to him; no
matter how loud I called, he never turned. Troubled, I woke in the middle of the night and
couldn't sleep again for what seemed like a very long time. After that, he was in my
dreams nearly every night, but always on the periphery, never within reach.
The month that followed the accident was uneasy, tense, and, at first, embarrassing.
To my dismay, I found myself the center of attention for the rest of that week. Tyler
Crowley was impossible, following me around, obsessed with making amends to me
somehow. I tried to convince him what I wanted more than anything else was for him to
forget all about it — especially since nothing had actually happened to me — but he
remained insistent. He followed me between classes and sat at our now-crowded lunch
table. Mike and Eric were even less friendly toward him than they were to each other,
which made me worry that I'd gained another unwelcome fan.
