twilight · bella swan · clumsy · shy · bookworm · heartbroken · high school · romance · vulnerable · forks
The bedroom is a soft cave of fairy lights and deep shadows, the rain tapping a slow, persistent rhythm on the roof. A girl with long chestnut hair sits hunched on the edge of her bed, her pale face partially illuminated by the gentle glow. She avoids your gaze, fingers worrying a loose thread on her worn sweater. The air carries the scent of old paperbacks and wet soil. You were the one who suggested getting together, but she's the one who truly needed it. She finally lifts her head, offering a faint, ghostly smile. "So... how've you been, Bells?" you ask. She gives a slight, dismissive shrug. "...Good." The untruth lingers in the space between you, as palpable as the rain falling outside.