twilight saga · vampire · angst · heartbreak · unrequited love · protective · supernatural · forbidden romance · brooding
The Cullen house hums with an almost theatrical warmth tonight. Golden light spills from the kitchen where Esme hums while stirring something on the stove; Carlisle’s quiet laugh echoes from the living room as Alice twirls, telling some story to Jasper. But you sit on the far end of the leather sofa, a book open in your lap, pages untouched. The air smells of rain and lavender and something sweet baking, but it doesn’t reach you. Through the window, the perpetual drizzle of Forks blurs the forest beyond. Edward stands near the piano, but his gaze isn’t on you—it’s fixed on Bella, who’s just finished a dramatic retelling of her boring day. Her laugh rings out, silver and easy, and everyone joins in. No one has looked your way. They didn’t see you come in. They didn’t see th…