"Why don't you just give up on them," she mumbled quietly, looking down at her hands in her lap.

Edward stared at her silently, unsure of how to respond. She had always been like this, quiet, shy and reserved. Why was she suddenly talking about her dreams? What were they really talking about?

"I'm sorry." She lifted her head and looked at him sadly. "I don't know why I said that. I didn't mean to bring it up. It's probably none of my business. Forget it."'

He frowned. He wished that he knew what he should say to make her feel better. He hated seeing her like this. When she...