❝𝐁𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫, 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐞.❞
Tallulah Delacruz is a girl with a dream. The dream of becoming a prima ballerina. But her dreams are crushed when her parents force her to move to Forks, Washington.
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𝙽 𝙸 𝙽 𝙴
WHEN I WAS A CHILD I DIDN'T EXPECT I'D FALL IN LOVE. It wasn't that I didn't believe in love — I did — I just didn't think that I would experience falling in love with the fear that I would become one of my parents. All I had ever known was ballet. In Chicago I didn't have any friends, they all knew me as the Scar-Girl because of the scar on my back.
All they knew about me were the whispers that were told about me. They didn't know me personally, only the words other people told. I don't really remember how they found out about my father hurting me, I know it had something to do with the girls seeing my scars in the changing room. I think they just assumed, and they guessed right.
My parents were hurting me but I would never say anything, no matter how badly they hurt me. They were still my parents, and I cared for them, somewhere deep inside me I still cared for them. But to be the quiet skinny girl with scars that had no friends, you didn't expect to fall in love.
My mother was right, a fresh start was a good thing.
When I moved to Forks I was still the skinny girl with scars, but I was no longer quiet and I gained friends. I fell in love. And it was magical. It was like how they said it would be in the movies. Only better. The moment I saw Jasper, I knew we were connected. Our first conversation made me realise that no one understands me like he does.
Jasper just gets me. He knows what I'm thinking even when I don't know. He knows how I'm feeling and how to help if I get overwhelmed. He's perfect, everything like how I was told falling in love would be like. He loves me. He loves me. The girl with the scar — who had the scar. It disappeared when his venom entered my blood.
I still can't believe he loves me, that someone loves just as much as I love them. He loves the skinny girl with scars, even when she doesn't love herself.
˓𓄹 ࣪˖ ⋆ ࣪. ˖ ࣪⭑
Jasper and I walk back to the house hand-in-hand. I'm feeling giddy with excitement and nerves. I can't stop smiling. My ruby and silver ring shimmers as moonlight catches on it. Jasper's fingers rub against my own and I smile up at him. He smiles down at me, just as brightly. Maybe even brighter.
I open the house door and Alice speeds down to greet us instantly. "Let me see the ring!" She takes my hand and looks at the oval style ring on my finger. "Oh! That is just beautiful! Rose, Esme, come see!" The said females stand opposite me in seconds. "That is lovely!" Esme gapes and takes my hand to take a better look at my ring.
I smile at them, a genuine large smile. "It's gorgeous." Rosalie says with a small smile as she stares at it. "I love it." I say and lock eyes with Jasper as he walks over to Emmett and Victor. Edward walks down the stairs with Carlisle. My gaze is on my fiancé and I smile softly at him. I love you. I project my thoughts in his mind. His eyes soften as he hears the words.
