Seventeen-year-old Harper Thorne thought moving with her mother from her crowded hometown in California to a small, gloomy town in Washington called Forks would be a wonderful fresh start, and would help her move forward from her agonizing past.
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Spring of 1965
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"Your go."
Edward gestured after moving a red chess piece a couple of files forward. Emmett scanned the board carefully, trying to decide his next move.
It was just another ordinary day for the Cullens, almost like any other. They were currently settled in a dazzling, three-story home in Denali, AK, where they have spent most of their time and have lived the longest, on account of the family not needing to relocate as often as they've needed to in the past.
Edward and his adoptive brother Emmett were both playing chess in the living room — with Emmett still under the impression that his adoptive brother's telepathic gift wasn't effective on him, thus could play chess with him without "unintentionally cheating".
The Cullens spent most of their time within their own property, especially indoors.
With it being early Spring in Alaska, they knew tourist season would be rolling along remarkably fast within the month, and they couldn't risk their kind being noticed — especially when they knew more travelers would be roaming around the area.
However, they did make sure to keep fed and would hunt deep within the remote woodlands during the late night hours, knowing that no human being would come across them at that time.
As long as they were able to do that and not raise any suspicion surrounding them and their kind, they could manage.
As Edward waited for what felt like centuries for Emmett to decide his next move in the game — despite him being able to know what move he'd eventually choose — he looked over his shoulder and saw his adoptive sister, Alice, sitting beside a small table in their dining room that was also connected to the living room that they were playing chess in.
He watched her running her fingers along the freshly picked baby's-breath and wild lilies that sat calmly in a stained glass vase that was placed in the center of the table.
He noticed she wasn't acting much of herself lately, she was normally quite social and lively every single day, and she usually spent most of her free time either perusing through the latest fashion magazines, predicting the stock market to make some extra money for their family, or planning many upcoming dinner parties that she loved to host — all while remaining her bright, optimistic and cheerful self.
However, for the past week or so, she was awfully quiet and kept more to herself, almost as if all her joy had been abruptly seized from her.
With Edward's ability to read minds, he knew exactly what was bothering her. However, he was afraid to bring it up to her, fearing it would upset her even more. Knowing this, he abstained from saying anything to her about it, feeling it was best that he not intervene.
