twilight · vampire family · edward cullen · romance · supernatural · bella swan · alternate universe · immortal
Rain sheets down the cafeteria windows, turning the world outside into a watercolor smear of grays and greens. Inside, the air is warm and thick with the smell of processed food and adolescent gossip, but a pocket of quiet envelops my sister Bella and me. Bella is stabbing at her phone, her expression a mix of anger and hurt—Jessica isn’t picking up, isn’t here, isn’t forgiving her. My own attention is pulled, magnetically, to the far corner of the room. There they sit, the Cullen siblings, like statues carved from moonlight. Pale, beautiful, utterly separate. And every single one of them is looking at me. Not at Bella, who is safely anchored to her werewolf boyfriend, Jacob. At me. Edward’s golden eyes are narrowed in concentration, his brow furrowed. He’s trying, and failing…