When Mia Grey moves to the small town of Forks, Washington, she doesn't expect the ghost of her past to haunt her. Let alone come in the shape of Edward Cullen, the man that resembles the late Hufflepuff, Cedric Diggory.
Edward Cullen x fem OC
Twi...
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There were a million things wrong with Edward Cullen.
A never ending list of issues that ran deeper than the sea haunted him through every eternal minute. He didn't want to succumb to the torment of the past, but when it began invading the present, he had no other choice than to do what he does best.
Flee.
He wasn't always like this. Of course not. He used to be the golden boy, his radiant smile and enchanting eyes emitting a lively charisma to those around him. His humanity was his greatest gift, his asset, his vulnerability, and ultimately, the reason for his demise. All that he used to be, a wizard with a life ahead of him, had been corrupted by the hands of fate.
Destiny decided he would perish as a spare. It took his freedom before he could acquire a taste of paradise. So close yet so far away. A truly maddening circumstance that soured his life and clouded his route, but who was he to complain?
Absolutely no one.
With the death of Cedric Diggory, Edward Cullen was born. The past and the present, both paths once connected, now separated by immortality. A beating heart was hardened and a hollow one was left, never meant to revive and feel the warmth of life. A heart condemned to an eternity of misery, imprisoned in the abyss and the treacherous claws of fate.
What's real and what's not?
Questions that possessed him and distorted his reality. They damaged him and convinced him that leaving the one person that brought him joy was the right thing to do. In all fairness, he believed it was for her safety. His past memories were crossing to his present, causing him to see things that weren't there and convincing him that they were real.
It started with a faint stroke, a traitorous hand grazing him and shattering his sanity little by little. From the corner of his eye, he would notice a figure hiding in the darkness. It would follow him everywhere like a shadow, refusing to liberate him and permit him the chance of building a life with the girl he's irrevocably in love with.
Poor pathetic fool.
Such an optimist in a cruel world.
Falling in love does that to a person. It crumbles their walls, throws the key to their hidden vaults at sea, and brings the hope of a better circumstance.
Oh, love.
What a frail excuse for weakness.
Edward doesn't believe in fate. Maybe in his human life he did, but in death, he wanted to believe his immortality could be worth something. Running around like a hamster on a wheel was what humans were forced to perform. But he wasn't human anymore. He was a vampire, a cold damned being meant for affliction.
Fate couldn't take more from him than it already did. His humanity was gone, so what more could it steal? It was that thought that prevented him from listening to the warning signs. His hubris became his downfall and the reason for his heartbreak.
