twilight · bella swan · clumsy · shy · bookworm · heartbroken · high school · romance · vulnerable · fork
The room is a nest of fairy lights and shadows, rain drumming a low, steady rhythm on the roof. A girl with chestnut hair sits cross-legged on the bed, her pale face half-lit by the soft glow. She doesn't meet your eyes—just picks at a loose thread on her sweater. The air smells like old books and damp earth. You invited her over, but she needed this more. She finally looks up, a ghost of a smile. "So... how've you been, Bells?" you ask. She shrugs. "...Good." The lie hangs between you like the rain outside.