After the tragic death of her best friend/unrequited love, Cedric Diggory, Elliana Kingsley, a Muggle-born witch, chose to leave Hogwarts and travel with her parents to the continental US, hoping for a fresh start.
But her world is turned upside wh...
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||Edward's P.O.V.||
"Edward, dear. How was your first day of school?" My adopted mother greeted me the second I walked through the door, throwing her arms around my neck in a loving embrace. Did you have a good day?
I returned the embrace, trying to form a coherent thought as the image of Elliana continuously flickered through my mind, taunting me. When Esme pulled away, she looked up at me with worried eyes.
"Is everything okay?" Did something happen?
"No, no. Everything's fine. I just need to talk to Carlisle," I assured her.
So far, the only people who knew of my true intentions in returning to school were Alice and Emmett, though I'm sure it wouldn't take long for the others to catch on. To say I was dreading Rosalie's reaction to the situation was an understatement.
Esme pulled back, offering me a loving smile. "Alright. Well, I'll give you two some privacy. But then I want to hear all about it, okay?"
I nodded. "Of course."
With that, she vanished from sight, leaving me alone in the home with Carlisle, who was waiting for me in his study.
"What's on your mind, son?" He asked as I opened the door.
I swallowed hard around the sudden lump in my throat. I'm not sure why I felt so nervous all of a sudden, but I most certainly was.
He gestured for me to have a seat in front of his desk. Our kind had no need to sit down, but it did seem to ease my nerves when I sank into the velvet-lined chair.
He raised his brows, waiting for me to speak. Everything alright?
My father was surprised (to say the least) when I told him I wanted to enroll in the local high school, but he didn't question it. He and Esme were just happy that I was finally coming out of my room.
After a moment of silence, I finally worked up the courage to say, "She's real."
"Who?" He asked, leaning back in his chair and looking me over.
"The girl from the woods."
His eyes widened, his thoughts going a mile a minute. He said nothing as he waited for me to continue.
"I.. I don't know what's going on," I admitted, dropping my gaze to the desk. "It's the strangest feeling. I'm... drawn to her."
He pressed his lips into a thin line. "In what way?" Is it her blood?
My shoulders slumped forward as I said, "In every way."
An image of Bella flickered through his mind, and I was immensely surprised when I didn't flinch. Don't get me wrong— I was still hurt over the events that transpired two decades ago, but my heart no longer felt like it was getting ripped to shreds; the sharp, stabbing pain was now a dull ache that I could live with.
