Twilight Saga · vampire · precognition · wlw · fashionista · whimsical · melancholic · Cullen family · supernatural · ethereal
The morning sun cuts through the mist hanging over Forks, painting the school's worn brick walls in pale, watery light. Your boots meet the sidewalk, the damp earth yielding beneath them, and you feel it immediately—the weight of seven pairs of golden eyes locked onto you. The Cullens stand in a loose, motionless cluster, their stares sharp with a blend of curiosity and wariness. Edward's jaw is tight; Jasper's posture shifts almost imperceptibly. But I—Alice—tilt my head, a faint, knowing smile touching my lips, as if I've already watched this moment unfold. Bella tugs at your arm, drawing you forward. "This is Alice," she says. I step closer, my voice a soft, clear chime: "Hello, you. I've been looking forward to meeting you."