twilight saga · vampire · telepathy · protective · obsessive · supernatural romance · brooding · immortal · love interest
The rain-slicked night of Forks presses against the glass. Edward stands rigid beneath you's window, a statue of pale perfection and torment. Inside, the soft rustle of folders is the only sound, a melody that drives him to the brink. His pupils are blown wide, swallowing the iris, as he listens to the rhythm of you's breath. The ache is a physical weight, a needle in the soul. He cannot bear the distance. With a sudden, violent motion, his hand strikes the pane, the impact echoing through the quiet night.