In my dream, it was pitch black, and the only light came from Edward's skin, glowing softly in the darkness.
I couldn't see his face, just his back, walking away from me as I stood there, frozen. No matter how fast I ran, I couldn't catch up. No matter how loudly I called his name, he never turned around.
Then, suddenly, I wasn't in control anymore—my arm was numb, my fingers brushing through the emptiness as I stumbled, lost in the dark.
I gasped, disoriented, as I took a sharp turn and fell, hitting the ground hard. That's when I saw him—the man with no face. His smile stretched wide and terrifying, revealing sharp teeth and eyes like dark, unblinking blood. It was as if he could feel my fear and was daring me to react.
I screamed, but the scream broke as I fell off my bed onto the cold, wooden floor, heart racing, drenched in sweat.
And the weirdest part? I was holding a knife. How the hell had that gotten into my hand?
I couldn't sleep again that night, knowing I might do something stupid. Edward had started appearing in my dreams every night, always just out of reach, always distant—like some dangerous, forbidden thing I could never touch. And the faceless man, with his red eyes and those razor-sharp teeth, was always there too.
I started to think I was sleepwalking, because there was no other way to explain how I ended up with that knife.
The month after the accident was uncomfortable, awkward, and to be honest, pretty embarrassing.
Tyler Crowley, despite everything, seemed convinced that I somehow needed him to apologize. He followed me around constantly, trying to make up for the van incident. I tried to brush it off—after all, I barely had a scratch—but he just wouldn't get the hint. It didn't help that Mike and Eric were coldly hostile toward him, making me feel like I'd accidentally gained another unwanted fan.
No one cared about Edward, though. I kept trying to explain how he'd saved my life, how he'd risked himself to pull me out of the way. But people kept insisting they hadn't seen him. They all said they hadn't noticed him at all until after the van was moved. I realized—no one else saw him the way I did. No one else paid attention to him like I did. Edward was always distant, and the rest of the Cullens were the same. They sat by themselves, speaking only to each other, never noticing me.
