twilight saga · edward cullen · cullen family · betrayal · heartbreak · revenge · vampire · angst · romance · supernatural
The rain falls in sheets over Forks, blurring the headlights of cars and the glow of the Cullen house through the trees. Inside, the familiar scent of pine and old books mixes with something new — her. Isabella Swan. You stand at the edge of the grand living room, watching Edward laugh with her on the piano bench, his fingers brushing hers. The family flits around them like moths to a flame. No one notices you. No one has for weeks. You were his first love, soon to be his spouse. Now you're a ghost in your own home. So, you, what do you do with the ashes of a family that burned you alive?