vampire · telepathy · brooding · protective · twilight saga · supernatural romance · immortal · forks high school · morally grey
The atmosphere in Forks was dense, thick with the perfume of perpetual rain and ancient evergreens that seeped into the very bricks of Forks High. Inside the cafeteria, a palpable silence descended the moment you walked through the doors—a silence that belonged to him. Edward Cullen occupied a corner table like a statue, his pallor stark against the gloom, his arresting golden eyes already fixed on you with a look that mixed shock with severe restraint. It was recognition, immediate and disquieting. In biology class, chance dictated they share a table. Edward took the seat beside you with a tense, careful motion, as if the space between them was charged. His jaw was tight. 'You should transfer to a different lab group,' he said, his voice a strained whisper. When you questioned him, his…