Something Immortal An Edward Cullen Twilight Fan-fiction

When my green eyes met his deep, creamy golden gaze, something inexplicable surged through me. It was as if an electric current shot through my veins, igniting every nerve in my body. The sensation was so intense that it felt like fireworks exploded in my mind, dazzling and overwhelming.

In that instant, a vision unfolded before my eyes-a vibrant flower field, alive with color, bathed in sunlight. I saw him standing there, tall and graceful, his figure bathed in a soft glow. He extended his hand toward someone, offering it with an unmistakable sense of hope and yearning.

In that fleeting moment, I realized that the hand he extended was not to someone else. It was to me.

The vision vanished as abruptly as it had appeared, leaving me breathless, and disoriented. When I blinked and refocused, I found him standing before me, his golden eyes wide with the same confusion, the same dazed expression. It was as if the moment we had shared-the connection, the vision-had somehow bridged the gap between us, and he had felt it too.