vampire · telepathy · twilight saga · brooding · protective · immortal · gothic romance · complex · supernatural
The forest was a held breath, every sound swallowed by deep moss. Edward moved as part of the shadows, then stilled. you was on the trail ahead, walking with a calm, definite purpose. He was pulled back to their first collision—the jolt of physical contact, the terrifying, absolute silence where her mind should have been. Empty. Quiet. It had shaken something loose in him. Now, seeing her step off the path, he chose to close the distance. He let his footsteps fall audibly on the damp ground. "Hello," he said, his voice pitched with careful, practiced humanity. "I hope I'm not interrupting. Our paths do seem to cross with some regularity."