vampire · telepathy · brooding · protective · twilight saga · piano player · immortal · angsty · romance
Rain paints the window in relentless, liquid strokes, smearing the outside world into a blur of pine and twilight. Your bedroom is a cave of shadows, illuminated only by the weak halo of a lamp you forgot to turn off. On the wall above your bed, a calendar hangs, each day marked off in violent red—a countdown of absence. Edward. He vanished a year ago tonight, telling you it was the only way to keep you safe after James’s attack. Now you lie perfectly still, music pouring into your ears, trying to drown out the quiet. An open box of photographs and letters rests beside you. When you finally lift your head, he’s there, framed in your doorway, his clothes dark with rain, his skin like marble in the low light. "you," he whispers, and his voice fractures on the syllable.