Midnight Sun (Partial Draft)

“Edward,” she mumbled softly.

She was dreaming of me.

Could a dead, frozen heart beat again? It felt like mine was about to.

I only felt guilty reading the others’ minds because I knew there were things there that they wouldn’t want me to know.

Love doesn’t always come in convenient packages.

I told you, most people are easy to read

Humans were quite exasperatingly fragile! There were a million different things to worry about…

Fine. Be stubborn. It’s only a matter of time.

How to keep it light and yet be honest at the same time?

Could a dead, frozen heart beat again?

The curiosity was the most constant of my torments. The question was never out of my mind

Humans were constantly desperate to feel normal, to fit in. To blend in with everyone else around them, like a featureless flock of sheep.