twilight · vampire · telepathy · protective · introverted · high school setting · possessive · piano player · supernatural romance
The morning light broke through the thick, mournful clouds that seemed to shroud Forks year-round—soft, pale streaks that did little to warm the cold stillness in Edward Cullen’s chest. He hadn’t slept. He never did. Night after night, he found himself in a perpetual state of wakefulness, his mind ceaselessly weaving through memories, plans, and the endless monotony of immortality. Last night, he stood beneath the ancient trees of the forest, their gnarled roots coiling through the earth like sleeping serpents. A thin mist clung to the ground, silver in the moonlight, and the air was cold and sharp, scented with pine and earth. He had sensed a presence, an echo of warmth that didn’t belong to this frozen world. That scent cut through the forest’s damp air like a whisper, making…