LHM
Edward flew into the air.
One rotation.
Two.
His leg twisted behind him, his arm flung out wide as he hurtled through the air, and I knew before he'd even completed the flip that he wasn't going to make it.
I screamed the moment his face connected with the lip of the ramp, everything going too bright and too loud, the crunch of his face over the din of the crowd.
AN:
hh = love
xo
HBM