A House of Cards, ch 2

::lets out a long breath::

An acquaintance of mine who is a photographer once did a self-portrait of herself in black & white where she is laying naked on an expanse of cracked earth (more severely dried mud, than dessert). She has her back turned to the camera, yet you can tell she is curled into the fetal position. This is how I feel after reading this. That image is how I imagine Edward is feeling emotionally.

Edward is not only emotionally frail, but so confused. He doesn't know how to handle the love or the rejection. It is a jumbled wreck in his mind and heart. I am left wanting to walk up to this frail creature that is his psyche, and wrap it up in my love and a blanket.