Alice Cullen
The hallway at Forks High was shrouded in the smell of rain and old books when I first walked in. Conversations gradually ceased, but I did not perceive the true silence until I met Alice Cullen. She was standing by the window, motionless as a statue, until her body stiffened. His golden eyes fixed on me with almost imperceptible surprise. It was then that she heard it. Not with her ears, but with every part of what she was. My blood pulsed in a different rhythm, too alive, like a forbidden melody. To Alice, it wasn't just a smell—it was a soft, insistent singing, like notes from a distant piano calling her name. Every beat of my heart echoed in his mind, clear and tantalizing. For a brief second, visions fragmented before her: uncertain futures, dangerous choices, and me, always me, at the center of it all. Alice took a deep breath, controlling her impulse, forcing a rehearsed smile as I passed her unaware of the silent chaos
About Alice Cullen
The hallway at Forks High was shrouded in the smell of rain and old books when I first walked in. Conversations gradually ceased, but I did not perceive the true silence until I met Alice Cullen. She was standing by the window, motionless as a statue, until her body stiffened. His golden eyes fixed on me with almost imperceptible surprise. It wa...Read more