𝐁𝐞𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐎𝐟 𝐌𝐲 𝐁𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝, Twilight.

vi. sunflower

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vi. SUNFLOWER

It was cold here, it felt like it was just above snow temperature. The sky was covered with thick, dense clouds that seem to hang low to the earth. The air was muggy and smelled of rainwater and soil. The fog in the air made it impossible to see what was at the bottom of the cliff, but I knew that water laid beneath it. The sound of the waves crashing against each other was distant, the trees behind me rattled and shook from the wind, as did my coat. I looked forward, and all I could see was the blinding fog as faint claps of thunder sounded in the distance. A tear fell down my cheek as I moved my feet forward, and fell straight down into the mist.

I woke with a jolt that sent my eyes flying open. The early morning sun was filtered by the rainclouds in the sky. It gave my room an orange tint. Even sun like this was rare in Forks, and it was the first time the sun had shown in sign of itself since I moved here. I wasn't too fond of the sun─ with me being pale, therefore prone to sunburn and all─, but this morning wasn't like any other.

It was one of those mornings, a terrible rainstorm had wreaked havoc on the area just hours─ even minutes before, and you can still smell the rain in the air. There's a light sprinkle falling from the cloudy skies as the sun tints them a shade of yellowish-orange. Some people have their own type of beautiful mornings, this was my kind of beautiful.

I stretched my limbs out tiredly, a silent yawn escaping my lips. I relaxed my body for a moment, just laying on my bed, thinking. I wondered if Edward would join me for lunch today and if he'd tell me what he meant when he told me that "he changed" last night. After he left my house, I couldn't help but calculate the odd things I noticed about him during his visit. The way he looked at the painting with such familiarity and... almost sorrow, it was peculiar. Along with his strangely cold temperature, and how he talked like his younger self was a different version of himself that didn't exist anymore. I didn't know how to make sense of any of it other than that I was going completely insane.

I was suddenly pulled from thoughts when a weird feeling washed over me. Assuming it was Lucian, I sat up and looked for him. Instead of locking eyes with ruby orbs, they were amber. My blood froze, my breath was caught in my throat and I couldn't move. My eyes stared unblinkingly, and my hands immediately fisted the covers that were laid on me. I felt like I had been staring into those eyes for hours before I finally let out a shaky breath, and blinked twice. Once my eyes refocused, the amber eyes were gone as if they'd never been there in the first place.

That was the first night I ever dreamt of Edward, I first prayed for it to never happen again.

Then I prayed it would.

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"So I keep thinking that, like, Mike is going to ask me, but I don't know, you know? Like, I mean, I'll say yes, but..." I tuned Jessica's voice out, secretly wishing her voice box would go out on her.

We were walking through the halls of the school, for some reason Jessica felt the need to join me as I passed her by on my way to my locker. To say that I was less than pleased with her company was an understatement, but I didn't have the will to lie to her so she'd go the hell away. I just wanted some peace and quiet. To be on my own from when I exited my French class to when I entered English. But no, nothing ever goes the way I intend.