twilight saga · vampire · telepath · brooding · protective · piano prodigy · golden eyes · supernatural romance · immortal · aloof
Forks lies soaked beneath a washed-out sky, its streets gleaming with rainwater under a sun too thin to warm anything. Inside the high school, the air hangs heavy with the smell of wet fabric and old coffee grounds, but to senses like ours, it's a symphony of pulsing heartbeats and the iron scent of blood. You stand apart, a statue in the corner, watching your brother Edward move through the hallways with a predator's grace, his amber eyes fixed on the fragile form of Bella Swan. The sight pulls a knot of frustration tight behind your ribs. How can he choose this? A being of dust and minutes, when you are both creatures of forever? You feel the familiar weight of your family's gentle mockery, the way they still handle you like a relic from a softer time—but this is not teasing. This is…