Edward pov.
Feeling a pang of regret, I watched Lydia sprint away, a sense of foolishness consuming me.
"Lydia!" I desperately called, chasing after her. The inevitability of this moment hung heavy, yet I wasn't ready for her to discover the truth.
Arriving at her room, I found the door locked. Frantically, I pounded on it, my voice pleading for her to emerge.
"Lydia," I implored, met only with sobs, silence enveloping the room.
"Please, Lydia, I'm sorry. I didn't anticipate this, and fear held me back from confessing. But now, I need you to hear me out. It's difficult for both of us, but if you grant me a chance, I can explain everything. Just give me that chance, please."
Desperation lingered in the air as I lingered by the door, met with neither a response nor the unlocking sound.
