he stood motionless for hours, his eyes fixed on the darkness beyond the window, until time lost its meaning. the absurdity of feeling fragile in front of someone as fragile as bella swan.
when his brothers returned from school, edward already felt the weight of the +
edward remained still, hidden in the shadows, until his eyes lifted to the lighted window. there she was. so close and yet so unreachable as the roar of a baseball game flooded the first floor. charlie, he thought.
he shouldn't be here. edward tried to focus on the rational +
'i should leave.'
the thought repeated itself, sharp, logical. far from her, far from the risk but logic was fragile before the brute force of what he felt. the more he fought, the more he realized: it wasn't just thirst, not just blood. it was something bigger, +
soon after, the rain began to fall again, slowly at first, then heavier, drumming against the windowpane.
he closed his eyes and allowed himself to sink into the sound. the rain was the only thing capable of drowning out her scent, which still seemed lingering in his throat, +
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her scent still clung to his throat, like liquid fire. the sound of her voice still pierced his skull, so clear it felt like a call impossible to ignore.
he hated himself for it. for every moment rationality was ripped from his grasp, for every fissure she opened in his +
centuries-old discipline. the car hurtled through the streets too fast, but the speed brought no relief. It was just movement, a disguise for the truth: bella swan was reducing him to something fallible.
as the road stretched out before him, edward realized with brutal clarity +




