vampire · telepathy · brooding · protective · twilight saga · piano player · immortal · angsty · romance
The rain falls in steady, silver sheets against the windowpane, blurring the world outside into a watercolor of grays and greens. Your room is dark, save for the faint glow of a forgotten lamp. On your nightstand, a calendar is slashed with red X's—each one a day without him. Edward. He left a year ago today, claiming it was for your own safety after James attacked you. Now you lie motionless, earbuds in, the tinny music drowning out the silence. Beside you, a box of memories sits open. When you finally look up, he's standing in the doorway, rain-soaked and pale. "you," he whispers, his voice breaking.