foggy morning light (twilight fandom)

I strode forward, I had just agreed with Alice to take her car back.

Edward pursed his lips without smiling or speaking, and just followed behind.

Seeing me walking straight towards Alice, he pulled me aside.Although the struggle was futile, I was still sour in my heart, and the strength of the struggle continued to increase.

He trapped me between him and his car, watching me struggle, the long-lost cold aura forced the passing students to make a detour.

"Can you stop like this!" I gritted my teeth and stared at him, but my height was not strong enough. I looked up at him like this, as if I was actively inviting him, and my momentum was half weak.

The car Alice and the others parked is not far from here, and the quarrel here has to be listened to by a circle of vampires, which makes my heart feel even more uncomfortable.

Edward did not accommodate my height this time, and continued to look down at the low pressure, staring straight at me so that my heart hurts.The soreness I was holding back also confronted his eyes.

He said coldly: "What are you struggling with?"

I have too many things to worry about! ?

"Release!" I patted his hands on both sides, ignoring his words.

He looked at me provocatively, raised his chin slightly, and said a word slowly and gracefully: "No."

I laughed back angrily, but my eyes glanced at Isabella who was also looking at this side diagonally. She was holding a book and wearing earphones, but her eyes were looking in this direction.

Edward obviously also noticed my pause, and he turned his head to look away, wanting to say something else.A car honking its horn indiscriminately rushes in, and that direction is where Isabella is!

The person in front of me disappeared in the next second, and my heartbeat would still speed up when I saw it with my own eyes. This is how people react when they encounter danger. I grabbed the shirt on my chest with my hands.The sourness directly spilled out of the eye sockets, Edward was held back by Bella, they were talking about something, Edward took advantage of the distance from the people around him, and jumped out with his hands.

A cold hand caressed my cheek, and the fine hair was brushed aside. He carefully examined it with concern: "Are you scared?"

The movement of wiping away the tears was gentle, and he pulled me into the car and left.

As I watched Bella being taken to the ambulance, my heart sank, and I knew it was happening.No matter who is added, what should be staged will still be staged.

"Bella can't have an accident here." He walked me to the door and explained, "She has something special just like you."

"That's it." I pretended to be surprised, "Then if you have something to do, go first."

Edward looked at me deeply, raised his hand to stroke my hair, turned around and drove away.

I closed the door as usual, thinking about what to do while washing the vegetables.The food is extraordinarily clean, and the full stomach feels more real and safe.I was quite amused by this idea, so I packed up and went to wash and listen to the music. The Beatles' songs always reveal open-mindedness, and I listened quietly.The phone rang suddenly, and the note was Uncle Mike, really my good uncle who called when he was going to sleep.

I picked it up angrily: "Hi!"

Uncle Mike yelled loudly: "Look at the tone of talking to uncle!"

"I'll hang up as soon as it's okay, dear Uncle Mike!"

"Hey... you treat me like this." Uncle Mike's tone was melancholy, as if he was being so heinous to him, but it really made me silent, and I listened to him with a sniff.

The two of us were silent for a while, and he said sadly and whimperingly: "Are you still single today?"

"..." Which pot is not open and which pot to lift!

"...It just so happens that I do too." Uncle Mike continued self-consciously, "Shall we go on vacation?"

There is a story behind these words... It seems that my uncle fell into the hands of some expert.Anyway, it's an eyesore here, and the suggestion to go out for a walk is really timely.

Obviously my own affairs are a mess, think about how to solve it.

"Um, okay."

I heard my answer like this, but tears fell down without disappointment.