― All it takes is the warm caress of serenity for an irreparable hate to tear and break. His tragedy was set in play. Her soul threatened to burn.
❛❛ NEW MOON ― BREAKING DAWN ❞
note: long chapters, some canon divergence, aged-up characters! (not slo...
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They found Bella Swan at the far end of the forest, crying and freezing to death.
The news spread like wildfire the same night she also disappeared. Sam was the one who found her and carried her back to the Swans, and the rowdy teenagers who couldn't let me rest seemed different since coming home. Something significant shifted in the rez. I noticed people stayed up late even more, dinners were held in larger settings, and parties were allowed to be louder and carefree. The usually empty beach felt cramped on weekends, and loitering teenagers were found left and right, opposing strict curfews for a surprising change. After a while, one just gets used to it. It's hard to ignore it anyway, when I woke up on a peaceful day and found Jack, Seth, and Jacob on my car.
Jack was underneath, while Jacob was in the passenger seat, tinkering with something. Seth was in the backseat, obviously napping. I strolled outside on my supposed free day, coffee in hand, watching them fix it despite my strongly advised decision, but I knew a part of me appreciated it much more than I could muster to admit. "I believe saying, and I heavily quote, if you work on my car, I'm gonna break all your kneecaps." Jack jumped from where he was lying while Jacob flinched at the dash, turning sheepishly. He grabbed Seth, who burst from his sweet dreams, grinning at me.
"Hey, sis!" He chimed cheerily.
"It was my idea." Jack said, raising both grimy hands. "And Jacob wanted to do 'one nice thing a day' so I thought, hey why not help me out, right man?" His nephew merely nodded, avoiding eye contact.
"You're so full of it." I turned, but Jack followed closely behind.
"Come on, Lucy. Is that how you thank a very nice friend?"
"I deliberately told you not to mess with—"
"You're not angry we're fixing your car." He said, cutting me off.
"And what gave you that idea from the look on my face?"
"No. You're pissed 'cause you think you already owe so much. You'd rather lose your damn breaks and hit a wall than admit you're afraid of asking for help." I looked away, angry that he was ruining my time off and angry that he was making a point, and a good one that I'm not in the mood to admit.
I sighed. "Go home, Jack."
"Nope." He said, hard-headed as ever. He's so much like Billy Black and yet so different in ways that matter. Same jet-black long hair and dark brown eyes, but he had an upturned corner on his left lip that might've pissed a lot of people off. He looked as if he's always taunting me, even when he was confronting me at nine in the morning. "I won't let you get in a stupid accident just 'cause you're too chicken to admit things."
"Shut up."
He shook his head, his lip now forming a pretty amused smile. "I'm not gonna put it on your head, and you most certainly won't owe me anything." Jack turned, while my frown deepened in a mix of anger and frustration. "I care about you, Lucy. I hope you know that."
