foggy morning light (twilight fandom)

"As you said, I want to know why you came to this world?" Carlisle calmly asked another sharp question.

Compared to Edward's weird silence, he simply didn't breathe when playing a human being, sitting motionless like a sculpture on the sofa to my left.

Esme chose to warm milk and make small cakes for me in the kitchen as a distraction, which I think was a little hard for her to digest.Whether it's written in a novel or another world theory, it's like pushing the boundaries of what's fake and what's real.

And Carlisle also asked about the truth that I was also afraid of and unwilling to accept.

"I don't know the reason, I just know that I'm dead." I closed my eyes, with a trace of decadence and confusion: "I can't remember the cause of death for the time being, I always thought I committed suicide, but that day I saw the butterfly on my body, go But I remember the gun in my hand and... the knife in my heart."

"A lot of blood. I clearly remember the temperature of the blood gushing out. The pain was so numb but it couldn't end. I held the gun and looked ahead, but I didn't know what I saw."

There is also great sadness and unwillingness gathered in the broken heart, lying on the ground and letting the bright red sticky blood soak the hair, cheeks and body.But I still want to try to stand up and point the gun in front of me.

"I remember that there was a gunshot at the end, and then there were layers of darkness. I opened my eyes with a splitting headache and came here. To be honest, at first I didn't know that this was your world until I saw you that day. "

After I finished speaking, I felt my body suddenly relaxed a lot. I always thought that some words would be buried in the soil and I couldn’t get rid of their heaviness, but once I said them, they seemed to be as light as a feather, and they were insignificant and could stir up waves.

Having said that, I put aside the previous sense of restraint and completely exposed my nature.I tapped my lips with my hand, unable to bear the love and sympathy in Carlisle's eyes when he looked at me.

Sympathy for what?Died too badly?Still think I'm rambling like a lunatic?

They watched me make a gun with my hands, press it against my head, and slowly make a "bang--" sound.I smiled slightly, stood up and walked away.

The high-heeled shoes made a "da da" sound on the tiles, but it broke Edward's silence.

He held my hand, did not speak, his eyes were full of tenderness, and the corners of his mouth were raised.Nodding to Carlisle and Esme, he walked ahead and dragged me upstairs to his bedroom.

I saw that the doors of other rooms were closed, and I wondered if the Karens who had gone out had come back, or heard too much.

"Are you sleepy now?" Edward took out the record and played a slow song, and the singer's tone seemed to be whispering in his ear.

"Well, it's okay."

"Sleep here today, and clean up your uncle's house tomorrow. He hasn't come back yet." Edward's tone couldn't detect any emotion, and he always smiled softly and harmlessly.

I saw the box next to the record shelf, and I thought that he had put the luggage here.

I didn't go into how he knew that Uncle Mike hadn't come back yet. In fact, he didn't sleep well last night, and now he really feels a little sleepy.I promised readily, and after washing, I casually took out a sweater and loose trousers and lay down on Edward's sofa bed, covered with a thin blanket and that windbreaker, and fell asleep without stress.

What should be said has been said without reservation, and it is their business to believe it or not and how to think about it.

I soon fell into a drowsy sleep, as if I heard a very soft sigh, and a cold hand caressed my hair so tenderly that I just wanted to crawl under the blanket.

"Good night."

"……Um"

I turned over and fell into a deep sleep.