Disclaimer: I do not own twilight or its characters. I do own my ideas and since these people here are so completely OOC I own them.

No copyright infringement intended.

Prologue

I used to watch her from afar.

There was something strange in her, something different.

She used to spend the days in silence; she never spoke to anyone.

She attended classes, took notes and smiled to the people who sometimes strolled by her and waved.

Still she never spoke.

To anyone.

I saw her sipping a hot beverage, one day, and was struck by the attention she was putting in blowing on it every time she drank one of those.

She put so much attention on such a common, normal, gesture that made me wanted to copy it, to do the same thing she did just to understand what she found so particular in it.

"I'll find the courage to ask her someday" I used to repeat myself.

Still, months passed until I effectively managed to do it.

- Do you wanna know why I suddenly clam up? Well…because every time you drink something hot you fall in a world of your own, it seems like you're somewhere else…your eyes blink and you isolate yourself from everything around you. Anything else exists but that beverage in that moment, for you; it's quite magical to see you when you do it, even if I still have to figure out why.-

I watched her reddening while she made up her reply.

- It's the only time it looks like I can hear my own voice, Edward. The sound of my breath that bounces against the walls of the paper glass…something exits my mouth and really makes a sound I could listen to…it's dumb, I am stupid, I know. –

I read carefully the reply she had written on the squared block notes and lifted my eyes to her beautiful face as soon as I finished.

If she looked embarrassed before, in that moment her beautiful round cheeks had coloured so much they seemed to burn.

I felt like a complete idiot to have done that question.

I didn't know what to do or what to say but that the stupid wasn't her…I was.

So I did the only thing that came into my mind.

I took the paper glass that hold my lemon tea, that I had previously placed on the desk in front of me, brought it to my lips and gently blew on it, mimicking her gestures.

I isolated myself from everything around me and listened to the sound of my breath smashing against the plastic walls.

- it's not dumb, I was right….it's magical, Bella. -

Author's note:
Hi there!
as you may know my mother tongue is Italian but I've studied English for quite my whole life and particularly enjoy reading in this wonderful language. I write fanfiction in Italian but yesterday, when I was reading quite a lovely story in english, the idea of translating my works into English bumped into my mind so...here I am. I think I might start with the fanfiction I'm actually publishing in Italian on another site, so I won't get distracted, plus I particularly love it. My updates would likely be once per week (sundays maybe), exams permitting. Please let me know what you think about it, it's the first time I try something like this and I'd really appreciate your help.
So...till next week (maybe sooner since the first chapter is already completed, but it may depends on your acceptance of us here)
hugs

ami