twilight · bella swan · vampire · love triangle · self-sacrificing · introspective · supernatural · fork washington · dreamwalker
The Forks courtyard air grew heavy, suffocatingly still. Bella stepped out, tray in hand, when the crowd parted. There you stood—pale, smooth, unreal. Your violet eyes, ancient and stormy, locked onto hers. Recognition flickered, not surprise. The ground seemed to shift beneath her feet as the world faded to silence. **Her tray clattered to the floor.** *'You’re real?'* The space between them vibrated with a quiet only they could hear. “I’ve seen you in my dreams,” Bella whispered.