❝ I WOULD ALWAYS LOVE
THIS FRAGILE HUMAN
GIRL FOR THE REST OF
MY LIMITLESS EXISTENCE. ❞
-EDWARD CULLEN, midnight sun
Or in which God gives Edward a second chance.
[under major construction at the moment]
I was always told as a little girl that I should strive to be a lady and to find my worth in the man I loved. However, you can tell a raven to swim, raise it up with those intentions, but the raven will never touch the sea. She will always fly because that's what she was made to do.
I was always told to sit still and look pretty and to respect a man's strength. I've never liked the idea of feeling grateful that a man doesn't strike me, as if it would be his right. I've never been afraid of my father's strength, though he wanted me to be. It was that same sexism, that same Arrogance that pissed me off every time I saw that oh so righteous strength he had.
No, I didn't grow up to be a scared little girl that slithered through people on the street and never said a word to anyone. Instead, I became dark and dementedly beautiful. All it took was one look and I would have someone, even a man cowering away, submitting to my will.
I guess that's why I didn't see him coming. I didn't know the things he was capable of until he did them. It boggled my mind that he didn't look away from gaze when his crimson eyes first met them. It bugged me that the audacity he obtained encouraged him to make his way over to me to say hello.
Maybe that's why I wasn't expecting him to walk me home that night. I was still blinded with confusion that he would even flash that pearly white smile in my direction. My mind was still fuzzy from how smooth his voice was. I hadn't talked to a Man that was as bold and charming as he was in a very long time.
He told me that he wasn't from Montpelier, that he was from Chicago. He told me that he was different and that he saw the potential I had if I was the same different he was. His words intrigued me to no ends, the way he talked about just how different he was captivated me beyond rational thought. That's why I told him that I trusted him, even if I had only known him for a few hours.
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BREAKING NEWS
YOUNG BEAUTY QUEEN BRUTALLY MURDERED
18 YEAR OLD ESTELLE ROLLINS WAS FOUND DEAD HALF A BLOCK AWAY FROM HER HOME IN MONTPELIER, VT ON FRIDAY APRIL 20, 1930 AT 6:47 AM. LOCAL RESIDENTS OF THE ALLEGED MURDER SCENE SAY THAT THEY DIDN'T HEAR ANYTHING THAT WOULD'VE ALARMED THEM TO CALL THE POLICE. FAMILY MEMBERS AND OCCUPANTS OF THE BANQUET HALL ON STARBROAD AVE, WHERE SHE WAS LAST SEEN ALIVE, DON'T RECALL HER LEAVING WITH ANYONE.
MONTPELIER COUNTY POLICE ARE AT A CROSSROADS WITH THE CAUSE OF DEATH TO THE YOUNG WOMAN. POLICE REPORTS SAY SHE WAS DRAINED OF ALL THE BLOOD IN HER BODY, LEADING INVESTIGATORS TO BELIEVE THAT THIS WAS A VICIOUS ANIMAL ATTACK AND THEY URGE LOCALS TO LOCK THEIR DOORS AT NIGHT, AND TO BE IN BY TWELVE O'CLOCK AT THE LATEST.
My name is Estelle Rollins, I've been dead for 60 years. My murderer is also my love, and his name is Edward Cullen.
