foggy morning light (twilight fandom)

I moved my legs and ended up saying nothing.Edward also fell silent. He stared at me, and suddenly jumped up a tree with my back on his back. This ancient tree had thick branches. He put me down and sat on the inner side.

The corners of Edward's mouth curled up, and his smirk made me suspect that he had done something bad.

I looked down and hugged his hand tightly. If my heartbeat was really a deer, I would probably be bumped to death by the deer now.There is no other reason. There is a cliff under this slope, and the river flows away with the sound of water. The surface is calm but turbulent. If you fall from this height, the distance from the air to the ground is estimated to be a perverted torture.

"Huh—" I took a deep breath, closed my eyes and collected myself, "If you want to murder, just say so, let's do it in a more elegant way, so I can die better."

"Yo, now you know how to discuss it with me?" His tone was harsh, as if it was an unpardonable thing not to answer his words just now.But when my waist tightened, I knew that the cold touch on the cotton and linen material was his hands.

"Open your eyes, Chris. Look far away, it's beautiful."

He didn't speak anymore, but his hand never left my waist, instead he hugged me tightly, accumulating an invisible sense of security.

I mustered up the courage to open it again and look into the distance.The feeling of being suspended under my feet is like pinching my heart in the air. I dare not look down, and I can only listen to his words and cast my eyes in the distance.

Only after looking at it did I realize that I had stayed in the forest for so long.It was almost sunset, and the sky was Fox's familiar color, with clouds gathered together, intertwined with gray and white.The mist lingers in the mountains and forests, kisses the leaves, and slowly rises to the sky.

This is the deep or shallow greenness that the city cannot see. It is beautiful, but its artistic conception cannot be described.The quiet one makes people feel calm. It seems to be stroking your wound and filling your missing pain. In the end, it is all due to the tranquility like it.

I close my eyes and enjoy the tranquility quietly. The weather will turn cold soon, and it will probably be a long time before the sun in Fox appears again.But I am looking forward to it, Fox looks like it is snowing, the fluffy and thick snowflakes are all over the leaves and the ground, it is completely white, maybe I can sing a few letitgo.

Gradually, the consciousness also began to change from quietness to drowsiness, and the eyelids were heavy and could not be opened.

Edward's voice was deep and indescribably magnetic, just like this scene in Fox, he said: "Go to sleep."

'Butterfly...don't say it. 'This is the last bit of consciousness that still exists, but I just think about it in my heart. I have no way of knowing whether Edward heard or not.

……

It was midnight when I woke up, I stood up and threw the coat that was on the side with dirt and dead leaves into the laundry basket, washed and bathed briefly, and then lay down on the bed and slept until dawn.

However, today is a bit different... In the classroom, an obviously disturbed girl was introducing herself in front of the podium.

Her brown hair is slightly curly.

The skin is very fair, and the facial features are also good-looking.

She introduced her name as Isabella Swan.

I took a pen and drew lines aimlessly on the paper, not surprised by the new transfer student. Of course, if anyone wants to discuss with me, I don't mind faking these emotions.

Angela was sitting in front of me, she was obviously interested, and leaned over quietly: "She's about the same as you, she's very small and delicate."

"Haha, that's it." I pretended to be surprised perfunctorily.

When get out of class was over, Isabella quickly blended into the group of Mike and Angel. She was a little shy, and chatted together pretending to be calm.But his eyes kept looking around, which was very similar to Officer Swan's patrolling law and order.

I feel a little bored, and soon Isabella will be with Edward, and then stage the most vigorous love affair in "Twilight".

Life is already beautiful, must there be some vigorous elements?Really!

I quickly drew the last few strokes with a pen, then packed up my things and took out some snacks to eat for lunch. Today is their first meeting, and I don't want to go to the cafeteria to observe them at all.There were very few people in the classroom at this time. I remembered that the last class of the day was another biology experiment. I thought I should change my position. Edward no longer needed my presence.

In the future, I will also stay away from the Karens, and be a background with peace of mind, spend ordinary high school with peace of mind, and then graduate and university and leave this ghost place.

I don’t know if anyone will remember the existence of Chris Watson at that time, anyway, Uncle Mike will definitely remember me, um... he will definitely remember my craftsmanship.

In the biology lab class, I just ignored Edward sitting at the last table.Edward looked puzzled, until Bella came in and looked at the seat and sat next to him hesitantly, he seemed to be surprised by something, and stared at her for a long time.

Seeing that Bella looked at a loss, the two sat far away, which was very wrong.I vaguely saw the contrasting future, the two of them getting tired of being together.

Edward seemed to have made a lot of determination to look away, and then gave me a deadly stare, and came over and pushed me aside before the teacher entered the door.

"Hey, this is the position I chose..."

It's okay if you don't say anything, but when he said it, he glared over again: "Shut up, who told you to change positions without authorization!"

All right, all right, sir.

I touched my nose and lowered my head to fiddle with the microscope with a guilty conscience.

As soon as the get out of class was over, he pulled me out of the classroom to the parking lot to meet the Karens.

When Alice saw me, she pulled me directly into the car, and then I saw Jasper's slightly painful expression, and he was quite helpless: "Chris, I'm going to trouble you."

Well, looking at this situation, I probably know that it is a powerful effect brought about by a certain bloody and sweet girl.

At this time, Jasper didn't have as much self-control as Edward and the others, and my drunken behavior could obviously help.

Why do I still remember things after I was drunk so clearly, so that it will be difficult to deal with hangovers and go crazy in the future.

I tried to speak to him in the same tone as last time, and Jasper seemed to gradually relax before coming out.

Edward was still staring at me when Rosalie actually handed me a candy.I took it with an incredible expression of thanks.

Rosalie added in disgust: "Seeing you now, I suddenly feel much more pleasing to the eye."

Ignoring the distasteful elements in the words, only feeling that Isabella's power is really great, Rosalie has said so.

Edward said: "You..."

"Ah, my car is beckoning me to go home!" I didn't dare to stop him, jumped into my car and drove home quickly.

Alice laughed: "Are you guys having a fight?"