And no matter how many times he went over things in his head, like a detective at a crime scene, Edward couldn't pinpoint exactly where, when, and why the love had gone south.
So Edward walked and thought, clinging desperately to the notion that where there's a rhyme, there must be a reason. And the more he walked, the more he thought. And the more he thought, the more he walked.
At some point Edward found himself wandering around the local zoo, staring blankly at the carnivores in their cages.
Too bad he didn't live in a town that had a zoo.
And too bad he didn't notice that the gate to one of the cages was slightly ajar.
The End
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