I couldn't understand what I was saying. Did he just reject me in front of my face?
His expression was devoid of remorse, but he expressed sympathy for me.
I had the sensation that my soul was being sucked out of my body. It was as though a million swords cut my heart at the same time.
"Ahh," Edward dropped to the ground as well, and I knew he was in the same pain as I was.
I was more concerned about him than I was about myself.
Yes, even in this state, his sorrow was more important to me than mine.
"What's going on with you, Edward?" I asked in between the agony.
"Are you suffering the same rejection pain?" He questioned me in the midst of his agony.
"I agree," I said, nodding.
"Don't worry, it'll go away in a little while," he reassured me, but I didn't need that.
What surprised me was that he was prepared to face rejection, and instead of accepting it, he chose to endure the pain he was experiencing right now.