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.||
My stomach was in knots as I stared at the darling girl before me. She knew what I was. She was aware that I was a bloodthirsty beast, and, still, she chose to remain in my presence. Still, she chose to be my friend. Friend. What a weighted word that was.
When she implied that my theoretical 'mate' had no reason to be jealous due to the fact that we were different 'species', I was... Well, frankly, I was heartbroken. Is this bond of ours strictly one-sided? Is that even possible? If she felt for me even a fraction of the connection I felt for her, the circumstances would be entirely different. She wouldn't strive for something as platonic as 'friendship'.
Still yet, I was hopeful. I knew she was still reeling from the loss of her friend. Her heart was still bound to him. I understood that. Truly, I did. And I have no problem waiting as long as it takes for her to be ready to open her heart to another. But what if she is never ready? Or what if she never chooses to open her heart to me? What if a 'friend' is all I'm destined to be? What if she never sees me as something more than that?
My mind was going a mile a minute. I couldn't allow myself to nurse those negative thoughts while in her presence. The enchanted bubbles continued to float around us, creating a dreamy ambience that somehow added to her allure. Her mesmerizing green eyes were dancing as she took in her surroundings.
My curiosity was getting the best of me (like it always does). I wanted to know everything about her. Everything. If I'm truly destined to worship her for all of eternity, I should at least come to know the golden-haired goddess. Tell me— How downright ridiculous do I sound?
There was so much that I didn't know about her, and I wasn't sure how much she'd be willing to share. Despite considering me a friend, I feared she wouldn't be so forthcoming if she was aware of just howmuch I craved to know her. She had no problem telling me about magic, but it wasn't just the mysterious world of wizardry that I longed to know. I wanted to know her on a deep, personal level.
Patience, I had to remind myself. With any luck, those things would come in time. Regardless, there was one question that I couldn't keep myself from asking.. This morning, I had heard her conversing with someone, and it seemed to me that the conversation was entirely one-sided.
||Flashback||
I watched from outside her window as her eyes slowly fluttered open.
"..What?" She asked, her voice still thick with sleep as she sat up in bed and stretched her arms over her head.
What? Was she talking to me? Has she seen me? Surely not. There was no way. And if that was the case, she would be saying a lot more than 'what'.
She rolled her eyes in a seemingly playful manner and said, "Even in death, you must tease me."
My mouth fell open. So, she was talking to someone. Perhaps, she was still dreaming. Sleep-walking? Deep down, I knew that wasn't the case. I had a strong gut feeling as to who she was talking to.
