LIFE AND DEATH (edythe's pov)

Chapter 8 Ghost

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Solar Midnight: Midnight Sun Reimagined (Life and Death, Book I) by beyondthedawn

Books » Twilight Rated: T, English, Supernatural & Romance, Beau S., Edythe C., Words: 224k+, Favs: 59, Follows: 36, Published: Dec 26, 2020 15Chapter 8: GHOST

I did not see much of Jessamine's guests for the two sunny days that they were in Forks. I only went home at all so that Earnest wouldn't worry. Otherwise, my existence seemed like that of a specter rather than a vampire. I hovered, invisible in the shadows, where I could follow the object of my love and obsession-where I could see him and hear him in the minds of the lucky humans who could walk through the sunlight beside him, sometimes accidentally brushing the back of his hand with their own. He never reacted to such contact; their hands were just as warm as his.

The enforced absence from school had never been a trial like this before. But the sun seemed to make him happy, so I could not resent it too much.

Monday morning, I eavesdropped on a conversation that had the potential to destroy my confidence and make the time spent away from him truly torturous. As it ended up, though, it rather made my day.

I had to feel some little respect for McKayla Newton. She had more courage than I'd given her credit for. She had not simply given up and slunk away to nurse her wounds-she was going to try again.

Beau got to school quite early and, seeming intent on enjoying the sun while it lasted, sat at one of the seldom-used picnic benches while he waited for the first bell to ring. His hair caught the sun in unexpected ways, giving off a reddish shine that I had not anticipated.

McKayla found him there, doodling again, and was thrilled at her good luck.

It was agonizing only to be able to watch, powerless, bound to the forest's shadows by the bright sunlight.

He greeted her with enough enthusiasm to make her ecstatic, and me the opposite.

See, he likes me. He wouldn't smile like that if he didn't. I bet he wanted to go to the dance with me. Wonder what's so important in Seattle...

It took McKayla a minute to build up her courage, wasting some time on small talk.

He reminded her of the essay we all had due on Wednesday. From the faintly smug expression on his face, his was already done. She'd forgotten altogether, and that severely diminished her free time.

Finally she got to the point-my teeth were clenched so hard they could have pulverized granite-and even then, she couldn't make herself ask the question outright.

"I was going to ask if you wanted to go out."

"Oh," he said.

There was a brief silence.

"Oh"? What does that mean? Is he going to say yes? Wait-I guess I didn't really ask.

She swallowed hard.

"Well, we could go to dinner or something... and I could work on it later."

Stupid-that wasn't a question either.

"McKayla..."

The agony and fury of my jealousy was every whit as powerful as it had been last week. I wanted so badly to race across the campus, too fast for human eyes, and snatch him up-to steal him away from the girl I hated so much in this moment I could have killed her for no reason but to enjoy it.