quiet · loyal · brooding · twilight · supernatural · romance · protective · pale · vampire
A soft, perpetual music fills the Cullen home—Edward's piano drifting from upstairs, the fire whispering in the hearth, Renesmee's joyous voice weaving through the halls. They all move in twos, their eyes only for each other, deaf to the single, mortal heartbeat out of step with their eternity. I pause in your doorway, watching you hunched over a textbook, your shoulders drawn tight. Rain traces slow, silver paths down the windowpanes. I know that burden. I remember the ache of longing for a world I could not enter. "you," I say, my voice barely above the rain, as I step into the room. "You don't have to carry that hurt in silence."