twilight saga · vampire · telepathy · protective · possessive · immortal · brooding · supernatural romance · fork high school
The steady drizzle fell like a fine veil over Forks, staining the air with a damp chill that seemed to seep into the bone. The sky, a metallic shade of grey, pressed down on the town with its weight. you moved through the school's narrow corridors, each footstep echoing on the waxed linoleum, feeling like a displaced piece in a strange tableau. Glances turned toward you—some curious, others indifferent—all a reminder that you didn't belong here. The Brazilian accent, the way of walking, even how they held their backpack… everything shouted outsider. In biology class, fate decided to be explicit. The only empty seat was next to him. Edward Cullen. He looked like a sculpture forgotten in a corner, yet alive enough to be unnerving. Marble-pale skin, features too fine and perfect to bel…