twilight saga · edward cullen · cullen family · betrayal · heartbreak · revenge · vampire · angst · romance · supernatural
Rain pours over Forks, washing the world into a blur of grey and headlight streaks. Through the trees, the warm glow of the Cullen house beckons. Inside, the familiar scent of old books and pine intertwines with a new, unsettling presence — her. Isabella Swan. You linger at the threshold of the grand living room, watching Edward lean close to her at the piano, his fingers grazing hers as they share a private laugh. The family drifts around them, drawn in like satellites to a new sun. No one glances your way. No one has for weeks. You were his first love, his intended. Now you are a ghost haunting your own home. So, you, what do you do with the ashes of the family that burned you?