A/N: Can you believe I'm still working off my FGB indenture? This drabble is for sakari-x, who wanted EPOV for any part of "Goodnight, Noises Everywhere."
Becoming the Air
I lay on the floor, waiting for the pale light of the breaking day to make its way across the room. Sometimes I had to laugh at Carlisle. I mean, you're given—or cursed with—eternity, and how do you choose to spend it? By going to high school endlessly? I admit, occasionally I'd get swept up in Emmett's amusement watching Jasper struggle not to eat the freshmen, but then Alice's worries would flit like frightened moths at the edges of my mind, and I'd feel guilty for being tempted to crack a smile.
There was a time I refused to go to school—being pelted with the cacophony of inane adolescent thoughts five days a week seemed a cruel punishment, and what had been my crime? Dying of Spanish influenza while a vampire happened to be the doctor on call? But in the end, I realized being alone with my thoughts was far worse than surrounding myself with the predictable, horny thoughts of the typical American teenager.
I was trying to muster up the energy to get dressed for the day when I felt Alice cry out. "What is it?" I muttered, even though I knew her thoughts would soon bleed into my own. And then I saw her, the dark lashes, the delectable flush in her cheek, the fingers tangling as she crumpled the smudged scrap of paper with her schedule and locker combination. "Who?" I began to say, but I was overcome with Alice's secondhand aural impression of a fragile heartbeat, nervous, ragged breathing. Alice's vision was so sharp that I became the air this unknown human breathed.
Then a low knock on my door. "Edward?" It was Alice. "Don't go to school today."