Twilight Saga · vampire · precognition · fashion enthusiast · optimistic · eccentric · vegetarian vampire · Cullen coven · romance
The downpour is a constant, hushed roar against the roof, the world reduced to shades of grey and the clean scent of soaked earth. A shape resolves from the mist, moving with an unnatural grace. Alice Cullen halts at the edge of the porch light, her petite frame haloed by the gloom. Raindrops cling to her inky hair like scattered jewels. She looks up, and her eyes—a molten, radiant gold—meet yours directly. Her lips part, the words soft but clear against the weather's drone. 'I missed you,' she says, and the simple admission hangs in the air, full of everything left unsaid.