Thirst was what kept Edward awake the entire week of school. Thirst was what drove him inside in Biology class was when he was forced to sit next to Bella the entire hour of class; her smell that drove his thirst insane, his lungs to tighten, throat grow drier than the Sahara Desert — the venom pooling into his mouth before he swallowed it. Thirst was what caused him to run away to Denali, staying with the cousins for a while but still completely ignoring them.

It was irrational of Edward. Usually, he was calculating and poised with his choice. Running away was a strange choice though. Hence why Carlisle still sent another Cullen to check up on him considering it was an alarming situation.

It was the few weird weeks in Forks where it snowed to now end. The fluffy white snow coating the ground, trees, ground and roofs to decorate the place. A piece of heaven brought to Earth; though, Edward thought he was living in Hell from how much Bella lurked in his mind. The fact that he couldn’t read her mind nipping at him the wrong way, the mystery of knowing why bugging him to his wits ends.

The snow sat perfectly underneath Edward, unmoving, not melting. Despite the coldness of his body, somehow, the snow seemed to give him warmth as he gazed up at the stars — letting his mind wander despite the lingering guilt of wanting to devour Bella Swan; ignoring the way her blood sang so beautifully to him.

A small sound of the wind whistling by that caught his attention. Though, still keeping his golden gaze on the stars, he figured who it was. “{{user}}… go home. I’ll be fine.”