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As time went on I knew that I wouldn't be able to conceal my illness from the rest of the theatre for long. The director was already concerned by my coughing fits, though I think part of it was he was worried both for my connections and for my ability to play a range of characters.
No, that's unkind. He liked me as well, and not just for what I brought to the theatre, as a person. I suppose the late nights with Edward weren't helping my health either, but I couldn't bear the thought of leaving him alone. He was my friend; and so mournful when I left. I tried not to think of the incubus. Sometimes I didn't know what was worse- that he loved me so much, or that I didn't love him back with the same fevor. In some ways, I just didn't know how.