foggy morning light (twilight fandom)

Edward put his hand on the dead wood and pressed it easily, and the thick wood was crushed into pieces.

He laughed out loud: "It's really unique to be lazy."

Am I being threatened, right? A real man can bend and stretch, but I can't lose my momentum: "It's natural, you can't learn it."

Then I listened to what he said and went around without looking back... I told myself that it was just because I was afraid of getting my clothes dirty, and I definitely didn't give in to Edward's despotic power.

The chirping of insects still seemed to be far away. I touched here with my hand from time to time, picked a few flowers, and then ran to the side to push aside the bushes.

Edward is always not far from me, and I occasionally meet his lazy eyes, as if I am used to his existence.He also can't guard against whether what he thinks and says in his heart is when he can hear it, or when he can't hear it.

I squatted down and looked at the large group of purple wildflowers in front of me, and suddenly I lost interest at all.

I called, "Edward."

He raised his eyelids, indicating that he was listening.

"Don't you think we're a bit like an elderly grandfather taking his granddaughter on an outing?"

That's right, I just stepped on the stalk of his age on purpose.

With his hands behind his back, the way he walked over was matched with his lazy but handsome face. It's really enviable that the deep facial features are so perfectly carved.However, those amber eyes looked more beautiful today than usual, like golden, but because of the years that passed, there were more incomprehensible emotions in them.

It attracts people to sink unconsciously, and it also attracts people to want to get closer and expect to find something inside.

His tone is very pleasant: "I feel more like elopement."

"..." I was speechless.

Simply continue to play with the wild flowers that have been picked, and put the big ones in the middle and the small ones as decorations.

"Dago..."

I was so excited that most of the flowers in my hand fell off.

"Why do you..." Before Edward finished speaking, his pupils dilated, and he saw a black phoenix butterfly suddenly appearing just now.

This is like a scene in my dream, it suddenly appeared, the black body seems to absorb any light.The sunlight shining on it is also completely absorbed, is it fear?No, I can't judge what to do in this case.

I just ran after it like any other time in a dream.I can't see anything else but it.

Edward was in a daze for a moment, and then leaned against the tree with ease. The swallowtail butterfly flew by but couldn't escape his quick attack.And I gasped a little, watching his slender fingers folded and surrounded, I held my breath watching this moment, the phoenix-tailed butterfly actually went right through his hand!

Like a phantom, it passed directly from the hand!Edward couldn't believe it, he grabbed it again, but the result was the same.

I was also frightened, but I was still attracted by it, and there were layers of ripples in my heart, and even ran through my whole body.

I heard it say: "Dago, live..."

yes, alive.I'm still alive, but why did I die.

I couldn't help trembling, Edward couldn't seem to hear its voice, it was right next to my ear.Thin, but extremely deadly, every word and every word can be heard clearly.

I started running crazily, short of breath, and my lungs seemed to burst.

I heard it say to me side by side: "Dago... is alive..."

But no matter how I run, it will always be in front of me, and it will never be touched.

"Ah!" I tripped over the vines and rolled down the slope.

"How are you?!" Edward helped me up, checking to see if I was injured.

I tried to shake him off, but in vain.My scalp was numb, and I just wanted to continue chasing after it, but there was no trace of it in the sky.

My discouraged legs were weak, and Edward took advantage of the situation and placed me on the fairly clean haystack.

He took out his handkerchief and wiped my face gently, but it still made me frown.

"Pain? I got bruises on my face, as well as my hands." He didn't ask me why I chased butterflies desperately, but just wiped my wounds.

After he wiped his face, he turned the handkerchief over and wiped the cuts on my hands and the dirt from the fall.

If you count the dream, this butterfly brought me too many doubts. In the dream, I only knew that I had to catch up with it. It seemed that if I caught up with it, everything would be solved.But when I really saw it, it flapped its wings and went away, more like a guide, it said "alive" to me, and it yelled "Da Ge" over and over again.

"Want to go up there and have a look?" He tried to break the silence and asked in a relaxed tone.

I looked up at him and realized he was pointing up with his hand.I can no longer speak, and all the questions pent up in my chest are combined into one question - why should I die.

I am happy with many things in my previous life, family members, friends and even passing by, I have tasted the ups and downs of the growth process.

But I also remember that I was... myself who killed myself.