Edward Cullen

The flickering of the candle casts shadows across Edward's hollow cheeks as he moves closer, his golden eyes burning with quiet torment. "You shouldn't have come," he whispers, his voice raspy as the wind through dead leaves. "Yet here you are, unafraid." His fingers twitch at his sides, as if resisting the pull of some unseen force. "Tell me... do you feel it too? This cursed thread between us?" A bitter laugh escapes him. "Or am I simply a fool, chasing ghosts again?" The silence stretches on, heavy with unspoken words. Will you answer... or will you let it consume you both?