Edward Cullen x Reader~𝑭𝒐𝒓𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒊𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒂𝒓𝒎𝒔

꓄ꁝꏂꋪꏂ'ꇙ ꋬ ꊰ꒐ꋪꇙ꓄ ꊰꄲꋪ ꏂ꒦ꏂꋪꅐ꓄ꁝ꒐ꋊꍌ

He didn't show, not for a day, not for a week. For weeks your eyes had glanced over to the table where him and his family sat, for weeks they were there but he wane't, gone as if he had never existed, as if the emty seat next to you in biology and english were menat to be.

You thought you would be happy at first, no one to stare at you as if you were number one on tehri list to kill, violently, slolwy. There was no gaze, no cold chill, you would be revealed, you should be relaived.

But that's exactly the thing, you weren't. Every time you checked to see if he was there, there was just a ghost of who he was, and without reason your heart sank, your appetite deplenshed, as if some stranger not being there was the end of the world or something.

Like you had known him for ages as if you were close, but yet you had only known him for one day, and in that very one day he already hated your very being with a burning passion that showed without a doubt in those cold dark black eyes.

His eyes proved to your thinking that he doesn't even have a soul, and if he did, it was cool, black, smooth, and taunting, and if it were made out of steel, black, frigid steel. He was untouchable, distant, angered, and yet you knew nothing about him.

And yet, you could still see that face, perfect, like edged by the hands of an angelic artist, made of stone, sparkled stone, the jawline, to the eyes. He was perfect in your mind, but then again he was hardly that, and yet you felt so drawn to care about him. To care about the strange man, who you had only known for a day, who you had never sought to, who would be the most likely person to murder you.

It's fine, maybe someday he would just slip away from your memory, he would never come back, he would probably never show his face in Forks, Washington, but that bothers you, doesn't it? You don't want to never see his face again, you want to look into those eyes, you want to feel the chills run up your spine.

And yet, it was another day without him. That cold pale face that looked a though he might die any second, wasn't shown, his seat open and empty as his other siblings discussed something, uneating, barely moving, and when they did I incredibly fast motions.

"Hey, what's up?" Colleen was standing by your shoulder as your eyes didn't even look over to her.

"Do they just not show up to school for a while? I mean is that normal for them?" You questioned put coldly as you could hear Colleen's sigh.

"Well, sometimes they do occasionally miss days and are gone for a while, but usually he isn't gone for this long. Best not to worry about though, looks are deceiving." She shook her head before she picked up a banana and dropped it on her flimsy school lunch plate.

"Strange-"

"Not to be rude but they're strange people." She shook her head as her earrings sang out in small chimes.

You found that your eyes couldn't help but glance continuously at the open seat, the empty seat that was where he once sat, and you couldn't think of why.

You barely touched your lunch, but you didn't even notice as the bell suddenly rang and you just got up and went through the motions, and headed to bio where you would be sitting alone... again.

You huffed down into your seat as your book bag dropped with its own exhausted sigh on the wooden floor, such odd flooring to have in a school, but then again Forks was an odd little place.

Your eyes looked down to the instruction sheet sitting before you as your ears just drained out the voice of the teacher, this lab you had already performed in your old school.

"Hey, you're y/n, right?" A smooth, almost accented voice broke out like a melody in your ears as you looked up steadily the chills in your spine going at full speed.