Love poems (Leah Clearwater story)

Chapter 1 ~ The move

As Vivienne stepped through the airport doors in Port Angeles, she felt as if a part of herself was being torn away. Each step forward seemed to pull her further from the life she once knew. She clung desperately to her memories, both the joyful moments and the painful ones. She remembered the last time she saw her mother's angelic smile, a smile that had always been a beacon of warmth and comfort. She could almost hear her mother's voice, gentle and melodic, like a poet reciting love poems. These recollections, though bittersweet, were all she had left of her mother, and she held onto them with all her might as she faced an uncertain future.

Leaving rainy England should have felt like a blessing; however, the relocation to La Push proved to be just as miserable and wet. Despite this, Vivienne found a strange comfort in the rain. It was a familiar presence, a reminder that some things remained constant even in a new place. As she and her father got in the car, she watched the raindrops race down the window, feeling a bittersweet connection to the past and a tentative hope for what lay ahead.

"Vivienne, it's not all bad, you know," her father said, glancing over at her from across the car he had surprisingly bought without her recollection. His tone was gentle, attempting to bridge the gap between them created by the move. The car was sleek and new, a stark contrast to the old, familiar one they had left behind in London. She looked at him, trying to muster a reassuring smile, but the weight of their new reality hung heavily between them.

"I know, Dad. It's just difficult leaving everything behind to live with people who feel like strangers. But I'll adjust because you seem to really like Tiffany," Vivienne said, fiddling with the radio. Her fingers moved aimlessly over the buttons until, unexpectedly, her and Simon's favorite tune filled the car. The familiar melody brought a small smile to her face, bridging the emotional gap between them. Her father glanced over, his eyes softening with shared memories and silent gratitude for her understanding. The song played on, a comforting reminder of their bond amid the uncertainty of their new beginning.

Simon Cortez turned onto a dirt road that led up to a medium-sized wooden house adorned with flowers of all colors. A swing gently swayed on the porch, where two figures sat—Vivienne assumed them to be her father's new wife and son.

As the car approached, Vivienne studied the scene with a mix of curiosity and apprehension. The house looked inviting, surrounded by a garden bursting with vibrant blooms. She noted the swing's gentle motion and wondered about the people waiting on the porch. Her father parked the car, and they both stepped out into the crisp air, carrying their bags.

Tiffany, a warm smile on her face, stood up from the swing, her son beside her. "Welcome, Vivienne," she greeted warmly, her voice tinged with anticipation and kindness. Vivienne hesitated for a moment, then returned the smile tentatively. Meeting her new step-family felt like stepping into an entirely different world—one filled with uncertainty but also the possibility of forming new connections and finding unexpected joy.