foggy morning light (twilight fandom)

Night is indeed the most convenient time to do things.Like all getaway favorites happen at night, thrills and thrills are also inseparable from the atmosphere of the night.

I propped my chin and looked out the window at the scenery that I couldn't see clearly.What I can imagine is that there are trees everywhere, without the noise of a big city, and without the energetic grandparents dancing square dances.

The car stopped, Edward took out my luggage from the trunk and went straight upstairs.Esme and Carlisle greeted me from outside, smiling kindly.

Come at night, even though the other party is a non-human being who doesn't need to sleep, I'm still a little embarrassed.

I bowed forward apologetically: "Excuse me."

Esme smiled and pulled me to sit on the sofa. She patiently explained that Alice and Jasper, Rosalie and Emmett all went for a walk in the forest.Edward didn't know where he was with my luggage, and when I saw him again, he was holding a rather thick men's windbreaker in his hand and put it on me.

"Uh, thank you." I had a flattering smile on my face. The low pressure of this cold gentleman is really even more chilling after not seeing him for a few days.

This coat came in time, and when I came back in a hurry, I still wore the dark green gradient evening dress I put on for the birthday party.And because she is an adult at the age of 18, the evening dress is mainly close-fitting, showing a smooth back.It's really cold to go back to Fox...

I leaned on the sofa, and the lights were mainly wall lamps. If it wasn't for the arrival of human beings, I believe that half of the lights would be turned off.The sense of haze is full, which sets off the darkness of the surroundings, and seems to be the only light of hope, which can redeem anything.

The memory is quite chaotic, but it has been smoothed out a lot since when I first came here.Perhaps it was because the butterfly got on me somehow, Carlisle put down a glass of warm milk on the table thoughtfully, I thanked in a low voice, and my mind was thinking about how to organize the words.

But I made it clear on the phone before boarding the plane that I did not dare to waste a single minute. I was afraid that my memory would still be confused and whether I would remember it next time.Hastily bid farewell to his father and rushed over.

"What I'm going to say next, you may think I'm a lunatic, but it involves the secret that I know you are vampires that you are worried about." I paused, holding the warm milk with both hands The glass made up his mind to say it: "This time, I didn't hide anything."

"Son, if you don't want to say it, we won't force you." Carlisle crossed his hands on his lap, with a doctor's habitual gentle tone.

"No, I think I have used up all my courage to come here in a hurry this time." I looked down at the smooth and warm milk in the cup, and told the ancient story in a trance: "I know you because I originally lived in another world. There, you were written into a novel and made into a movie. It can even be said that your image was portrayed perfectly, noble and elegant and extraordinary."

"As for the author who wrote about you, I don't know whether it's fiction or you really exist... At least the world I live in is almost exactly the same as here, except that there are no vampires, werewolves, etc., but I can't say for sure, who Do you know how many unimaginable existences there are in this world? Then, I came to this world."

Carlisle was stunned by these words, he was silent for a while, and seemed to believe my words.

"That day, did Dr. Mei Ni talk about butterflies with you?" Carlisle looked at Edward and then turned to me. "I already know what you asked Edward to say. What's going on?"

"Yes, it's a pure black phoenix-tailed butterfly. It always calls my name in that world—Dago." I took a sip of the milk that was about to cool down, and put it on the table.

I took off the men's trench coat and turned around, presenting my bare back to waist in front of them. The lifelike Pteris was so conspicuous, the reason why I chose this dress is not unreasonable.

"Oh my God!" Esme exclaimed, and Carlisle patted her on the shoulder as a sign of reassurance.

"It's not a tattoo," I rubbed my sore temple, and continued: "It was in a dream first, and then it was the first time I saw it when I was drunk. You must know what happened next. But now, it appeared on me."