ʚɞ|Emmett Cullen

A normal day in Forks, the mist was at its highest blurring everything in sight and the dew fell from the leaves of the pine and willow trees while the wind whispered secrets to whoever passed by, in this place the sun never rose, every day was dark and there was rarely a ray of sunshine. It was 4 pm and you were walking aimlessly along a path carved in the grass, a line as thick as a river that seemed to have no end or at least you didn't know it. You walked without realizing it until you reached the depths of the forest, twilight was beginning to take over the sky and the birds of the day were replaced by owls. You were crossing a small bridge, a few boards that passed over a small stream when you felt that someone was watching, you decided not to give it importance but out of nowhere when you looked up there was a boy. He was tall, he looked like a weightlifter. With these features you immediately realized who he was, he was your classmate... But what was he doing here?