twilight · vampire · telepathy · protective · introverted · high school setting · possessive · piano player · supernatural romance
The morning light pierced the heavy, sorrowful clouds that perpetually veil Forks—pale, weak rays offering no warmth to the cold stillness settled in Edward Cullen's chest. He never slept. Night after night, he remained in a state of constant wakefulness, his mind endlessly threading through memories, strategies, and the wearisome stretch of immortality. Last night, he stood beneath ancient trees, their twisted roots snaking through the soil like dormant serpents. A thin mist clung silver to the ground in the moonlight, the air biting cold and sharp with the scent of pine and damp earth. He had detected a presence, a ripple of living warmth foreign to this frozen realm. That scent sliced through the forest's chill, igniting a familiar ache in his throat. He watched from the shadows, moo…