...but dying in the place of someone I love seems like a good way to go...
...so, I can't bring myself to regret the decision that brought me here to die.
The decision to leave home. There were way better colleges in Washington than there were in Philly. While it was a tough conversation to have, my parents decided that we'd all make the move together, despite it being in the middle of my junior year.
I was prepared to make that move by myself, though. Getting drafted into the NFL was my dream. And with my football scholarship gettin' me into Washington State University, it was the perfect opportunity.
My parents purchased a nice home over in Forks. It wasn't too far from the university, which I didn't mind. As long as they were in the same state, I knew I'd be okay.
My beats were blastin' Meek Mill as we passed nothing but deep, dark, green forests for miles on end. We packed everything we could in Pop's Bronco, so I was a little cramped.
But the sight of Lake Crescent was an oddly welcoming sight as we cruised down the road. We were surrounded by mist that looked mad heavy. The skies were nowhere near as blue as what it once was in Philly. Here, everything was wet, green, and drenched in shade.
"This place ain't nothin' but nature, ain't it?" Ma commented.
Pop and I chuckled.
"Give it a chance, baby," he said, one hand on the wheel while the other made a home in my mother's free one. "I bet when the sun shines through, it's as beautiful as a postcard."
"I'll take your word for it," she snorted.
Before long, we passed a welcome sign to the city of Forks – population; three-thousand, four hundred and six.
Definitely not as crowded as Philly. The town itself could've been in a wooden toy model or something.
The police station Pop would be overseeing was a lot smaller than his old one. Ma already looked up the pediatric department she'd be heading in Fork's local hospital.
She said she had a feeling she'd like the people she'd be workin' with. Especially her boss. It was rare to find women that were doctors, let alone women that owned their own practice.
"This town may be rinky dink, but at least it's forward thinking," she'd say to me.
We cruised up to our new place. We had a contracting company build it from the ground up. My parents always had dreams of what they wanted their house to look like.
There wasn't much land to work with in Philly, so Forks was almost like hittin' the lottery for them. The house was two stories, made mostly of stone. Our landscapers already had the shrubbery lookin' like somethin' out of HGTV. Plumbing, electricity, the whole nine. Everything was already taken care of. All we had to do was move our furniture in.
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