foggy morning light (twilight fandom)

Some people say that the things you go through will leave big and small scars on your soul, no matter how beautiful your skin is, your soul will be ugly.

It is also said that your experience is written on your face.

Edward didn't know which one he was, and maybe he wasn't either.At least for now he's really going through something painful.

He could feel Chris's heart, sometimes it was as unfathomable as the bottom of a lake, and sometimes it was like a cool sea breeze passing by.But even if he couldn't hear anything this time, he could feel what Chris was thinking.Between humans and vampires, she's choosing.

Edward was very sad. He leaned on the sofa and remembered the last time Chris was lying here, covered with a thin blanket and wearing his overcoat. He remembered the loose curve of her hair and the shy and twinkling eyes in her eyes.

Hell, he'd love to tie Chris up and take him with him.But Carlisle came into the room, and his gentle, harmless smile made Edward stop any more thoughts.

"If you love her, you need to respect her choices and understand her, my child."

After Carlisle finished speaking, he sat down with him.

Edward muffled: "...I see."

Obviously he heard Carlisle's heart, and it was obvious that Carlisle had already had a guess about Chris and about him.

Edward thought, what a hassle to fall in love with a human being.What should he do if she doesn't want to be one of them?In the years to come, he could only miss her alone, and then watched her grow old from a wife to a grandma or grandma in the dark.No matter what it becomes, he is unwilling, because he is not around him.

But above feelings, respect is equal.As Carlyle thought, human nature is varied and emotionally unstable.

He respects her, and he is willing to wait for an answer.

But Chris kept remembering the past, those scars made his soul fragile, Edward only dared to watch from a distance, for fear that anything would happen again and his lover would be trapped on the verge of falling apart.

At least until now he knows a story that happened in his previous life, a murdered one with amnesia, a murdered one with a morbid mentality who dare not face the memory and chooses to gradually forget it.Edward remembered the black swallowtail that Chris said when he came to diagnose.Mayne Andowson said: "Butterflies symbolize freedom and beauty as well as death and the soul."

Black represents defense and persistence, persistence in survival, and defense against damage.What a great understanding, but they didn't see Chris... no, Dago's appearance at the end.The mirror reflected the huge black swallowtail butterfly wings on the opposite wall, lifelike, Da Ge was like dead wood but still longing for new life, clinging to the things he wanted to protect.The laser light shines brightly, blooming in the dark night, and the dead will not decay.The one who chooses to forget wants to be redeemed, and his good girl also chooses to be relieved, right?He could hear... something was breaking inside of her.

The more Edward knows, the more vulnerable he sees Chris.

Then Angela came to the rescue, and apologized loudly on the phone.Confession made her heart uncomfortable, tears just rolled in her eyes, and bitterness rose from the corner of her mouth.

She is still trying to be brave, so unlikable.

Edward finally couldn't hold back his temper, turned on the heater that had hardly been used a few times, and trapped her in the car.Next, the dialogue is the dependence under which the wound is completely opened.He heard everything in Chris's heart, the terrible experience from impulsive hope to desperate struggle to fear and helplessness, no one could help her, those people were tamed like domestic pets, and they all watched her death with cold eyes.Her negativity allowed a knife to be pierced into her heart, which was tantamount to suicide, and she gave up on herself.But at the last moment, the moment when the breath disappeared, all her unwillingness and the last breath she exhaled turned into sighs.

There is also the inseparable emotion for human beings, he understands, and he is willing to look at the problem from her perspective.

It's okay, Chris, my sweet girl.

I can protect you.

To his Volturi, what humans can't know the rules of vampires.He doesn't even want to obey, she can do whatever she wants, being a human being or a vampire is the best, as long as she wants... as long as she wants, she can do anything, he can be the best safe haven, as long as she wants.