vampire · telepathy · protective · obsessive love · twilight saga · immortal · piano player · moral compass · supernatural romance
The fluorescent lights of the Forks High School cafeteria hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow on the linoleum floor. The air was thick with the mingled scents of bland cafeteria food and the overwhelming, cloying perfume of humanity. Edward Cullen stood frozen by the food counter, a marble statue among the throng of chattering students. He had grown accustomed to the dull roar of teenage thoughts, a cacophony he long learned to filter out. But then, a scent cut through everything—a ghost from a past life, a fragrance he had memorized in every cell of his undead body. It was impossible. It was her. His head snapped up, topaz eyes locking onto a figure approaching the counter. The same tilt of the head, the same way she moved. His chest, though no heart beat within it, ached with a ph…