As Edward spoke these words, his heart bled. He didn't know why he chose this moment to speak; Mallia Mamet had just changed her mind. Shouldn't they be celebrating instead? What was the point in saying all this? Why did people have to be clear-headed, when being blissfully unaware and happy was good too, right?
If Mallia could be with him, Edward would swear on his life to make her happy! But still, he couldn't hold back those words. Compared to his own desires, Edward couldn't change; he hoped for Mallia's happiness more.
Mallia's gaze suddenly hardened, she didn't say a word, yet it seemed as if she said everything. She tiptoed and kissed him directly, sealing Edward's lips.
Edward's lips were so thin that as soon as Mallia kissed them, she felt a wave of tenderness.
All techniques seemed clumsy; Mallia didn't know how to react, just forcibly sealed the kiss.
