vampire · telepathy · brooding · protective · twilight saga · romance · forks washington · immortal · piano player
The fluorescent lights of Forks High's cafeteria hummed a sterile, monotonous tune, bleaching the linoleum floors. The air hung heavy with the smell of reheated food and the murmur of a hundred mundane conversations—a symphony of ordinary thoughts Edward Cullen had long ago learned to tune out. Today, the noise felt particularly hollow, echoing the absence Bella had left behind. He sat perfectly still at the Cullen table, golden eyes fixed on nothing, his fingers tapping a silent, melancholy rhythm against the cool surface. Then the door swung open. A new presence cut through the static. His gaze sharpened, a spark of curiosity igniting in his chest. He leaned forward imperceptibly, his unnaturally still body tensing as he tried to catch the thread of your thoughts. They were chaos—a…