Cecelia Swan is the younger sister of Bella Swan.
When she was six years old, her mother sent her a mental asylum. She stayed there for nine years before her father checked her out in order to help her older sister through her depression.
Cecelia...
Cecelia's POV After a long 14 hour flight, I landed in Seattle. I got off the plane ignoring everyone as I narrowly avoided them. Both the living and the dead.
I managed to make my way through the crowd and to the exit. Once out my gaze wandered through the streets looking for a familiar face.
I didn't see anyone.
I started to wonder if they were late when a brunette man approached me.
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"Hi, are you Cecelia Swan?" He asked with a kind smile as a kept my gaze diverted away from his eyes "Yes, sir....who are you?" I asked "Jordan Parrish. I'm one of your father's deputies....his only deputy actually" he said sounding sad at that making me look up at him "Anyway, your father sent me here to-" he cuts himself off when we make eye contact accidentally.
He stares at me in shock with a strange look. Normally I'd avert my gaze elsewhere, but something about his light green eyes rooted me to the spot.
I swear I felt one of those cosmic clicks.
I managed to rip my gaze away from his and divert them to my shoes "My father sent you here to?" I say questioningly in a quiet voice. This snaps him out of his daze and he says "To pick you up. Your father sent me here to pick you up" this made me frown, but I didn't say anything except nod.
'You'd think that he'd show up himself since I haven't been to the states since I was six....why would he send a a total stranger to welcome his daughter?' I couldn't help but think bitterly as I had a pretty good idea why he bailed on me.....
....Bella.
"C'mon, I'll get you home safely. Don't worry" Jordan said reassuringly as he hovered his hands around me, but not touching me which I was grateful for as I didn't like being touched. He ushered me to his cruiser where he took my and opened the door.
He shut the door after I entered and went around the car. He dropped my duffel bag off in the trunk and hurried over to the driver seat "All set?" he asked as he buckled himself "Yes, sir" I said quietly "Just call me Jordan" he said before driving off.
The beginning of the ride was silent. I sat quietly and admired the blues and grays of the city before it slowly turned into a vast emerald green forest.
"So... tell me about yourself?" Jordan started making me glancing at his reflection in the window "There's...not much to tell. I'm the younger daughter of the sheriff that got sent away to...a 'school' in Wales after my grandmothers died" I responded before flickering my gaze back to the forest only for him to continue his questioning "What did you study?"
"Literature mostly...I like poetry" I answer "Whose your favorite?" He asked making me reply "I'm quite fond of Mark Twain and Robert Frost...do you like poetry?" I say turning to him and deciding to engage with him "Uhh, does Dr. Seuss count?" He said hesitantly making me giggle and say "I don't think so...."
I then face forward and thought for a moment before saying "I cannot promise you a life of sunshine; I cannot promise you riches, wealth, or gold; I cannot promise you an easy pathway that leads away from change or growing old; But I can promise all my hearts devotion; A smile to chase away your tears of sorrow; A love that's ever true and ever growing; A hand to hold on yours through each tomorrow."
Jordan seemed stunned as he asked "Who wrote that?" I giggled and said "Mark Twain" he smiled and said "Well I see why you like him so much" I ducked my head and tried to hide my smile.
This was nice...talking, and being listened to... being heard and acknowledged rather that written off.
"You know, you look better when you keep your head up and smile. It's sad seeing you hide" Jordan suddenly stated surprising me and making me look up at him. Another smile wormed it's way onto my face and soon we started to talk again.
Before we knew it we were at my childhood home. I sighed and dreaded going inside, but reluctantly did so. Jordan walked me up the steps before telling me goodnight and promising to see me again....
I hoped he would. I never realized how much I loved companionship. I watched as he drove away with a sad expression before turning around and knocking on the door.
After a few minutes it was opened by the last person that I wanted to see, Bella. Her face grew red and she shrieked out "What the hell are you doing here?!"
