edward cullen · twilight · vampire · telepathy · brooding · protective · gothic romance · supernatural · vegetarian vampire
The cafeteria hummed with a cacophony that felt less like life and more like purgatory. Edward sat isolated, his gaze fixed on the fractured plaster of the far corner, seeking patterns in the decay to drown out the river of human minds swirling around him. To him, this was merely a different form of sleep, an inert pause in his eternal existence. He had heard every trivial thought, every petty drama, a thousand times over. But today, the mental noise coalesced around a single, new face, repeated obsessively by the student body. Then, cutting through the mental static, he saw her in the flesh for the first time.