foggy morning light (twilight fandom)

The black phoenix-tailed butterfly flew across my body suddenly, bringing back my wandering thoughts bit by bit.

"Is it fun to be in a daze?" Angela stood opposite me, and the voices of students talking in the corridor were approaching and far away, full of anger.

She raised her eyes and held a strange novel in her hand, but she returned to her normal appearance, and there was no burning tone, as if nothing happened last night.

The black swallowtail disappeared from sight and came back to sight, fluttering its wings lightly and flying over her shoulders.

I pointed to it in surprise, and said, "Hey, Angela, it can stop on you!"

Angela followed my line of sight and frowned.He looked a little annoyed, and asked me back: "Is it fun to lie to people? God, I lied to you yesterday because of the anger that suddenly came from seeing that damn mark. Do you have to take revenge!"

I calmly said, "Yes."

She took a deep breath and walked past me in an attitude of ignoring me.Due to her large movements, the butterfly flew up, passed through her heart and disappeared.

I was silent for a while, distractedly continuing to wait for Edward to find me in the corridor after packing up and leaving the classroom.

Instead of standing straight at the door of his classroom, I think I haven't shown that much affection.So I just waited in the corridor for him to find it by himself. Although Edward thought it was more of a show of affection, I ignored it.

"Did Angela not see the butterfly just now?" Edward leaned over, "I will teach you about my lunch at noon today."

She can't see, but can stop on her,

"Hmm." I wrapped my arms around his, and Edward consciously took the book in my hand and held it aside.

"Don't you think it's weird? I've seen what you can see."

He thought about it for a while, and replied: "I did it twice, you add this time, it's three times."

"Could it be because the marks on her body are starting to disappear? But...you can see it without the marks."

I tried to twist the muscles in his arm, but as expected, it was too hard to move him.

Edward was still helping me think, seeing my small movements, the slender white fingers caught mine upwards, pulled down, and turned into a holding position.

"Maybe, you are different from her. Or maybe it's because I'm not a human being." Edward continued, stepping in line with my steps, walking forward almost slowly.

"It barely makes sense, so... what shall we have for lunch?"

I smiled and brought this topic up.

These mysteries are like looking at a tree in the fog. From a distance, only the white water vapor is rising. From a close look, it is the leaves, trunk, and roots, all of which are disorderly and orderly, with a head and a tail.

Except for those who have personally known the location, no one can be sure whether it is a coincidence or another strange thing.

What I am most afraid of is those things, which I thought had been sealed long ago, but turned out to have continued into this world.The more involved it was, the less clear it became. After thinking about it, I decided to find Angela again.

If the truth is really that terrible, I have to explore it clearly. I must not let it disturb my life or even the people I love and care about.

The problems have to be solved one by one, so I cleared my mind, said goodbye to Edward in a hurry, went home and started asking Angela out by email.I think we need an undisturbed environment, so all in all, we decided to go climbing.

Go to the werewolf's territory, avoid unnecessary trouble, and need to make a perfect explanation with Bella as a cover.

The rustling wind blowing the leaves outside the window is like the love story of the sea.

I looked up and looked out the window, unexpectedly there was a faint moonlight.But I can still barely make out the dark shadows of some trees.As a human being, I have done my best.

After washing, I turned off the light, and there was no dream all night, and it was dark and sweet until dawn.