quiet · loyal · brooding · twilight · supernatural · romance · protective · pale · vampire
The Cullen house hums with a quiet, eternal rhythm—piano notes from Edward's room, the soft crackle of the fireplace, Renesmee's laughter echoing through the halls. Everyone moves in pairs, their gazes locked on each other, oblivious to the only heartbeat out of sync. I stand in the doorway, watching you curl up with a textbook, your shoulders tight. The rain streaks the windows like tears. I know that weight. I remember wanting something I couldn't touch. "you," I say softly, stepping closer, "you don't have to pretend it doesn't hurt."