When Mia Grey moves to the small town of Forks, Washington, she doesn't expect the ghost of her past to haunt her. Let alone come in the shape of Edward Cullen, the man that resembles the late Hufflepuff, Cedric Diggory.
Edward Cullen x fem OC
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The spring solstice is approaching.
It would be a year since the day Mia lost her life and came back. A year since her father pushed her into the water and buried his blade deep into her skin. The scars will always haunt her for as long as she lives, and even in the afterlife, the memory will remain intact.
She used to believe that she could forget the whole thing. Maybe she could find a way to move on, but trauma has a way of finding its way back. Whether it's in the shape of a song or hiding in a place, it will always connect as if it were a missing puzzle piece.
Either way, trauma can cause a person to make mistakes. Their response to it may be irrational and reckless, but it's something that can never be avoided. It will always return like a dog returning to its owner, staying nearby and ensuring the safety of its keeper. The thing is, trauma bites the hand that feeds it. It doesn't discriminate and affects everyone in all kinds of different ways.
Mia knows better than to listen to that part of her, but she can't prevent it anymore. Ever since that night in Port Angeles, she's become less willing to ignore it. A part of her knows she's not ready to face one of her greatest fears yet, but the other part doesn't care anymore. She knows she needs to face it, and what better way than now?
There's nothing left to lose. Nothing to hold on to, so if the end comes, she would gladly welcome it with open arms.
As she walks through the forest, the afternoon light consumes the expanse of the evergreens and seeps into her skin. She buries herself deeper into her coat, attempting to ignore the frigid wind and the puff of air exhaling through her breath.
When she arrives to the lake, she notices the barren grounds and leftover boulders everywhere. A few surrounding trees are toppled over, but one look at the water is enough to send her back to that night.
She remembers the sheer terror of feeling the air leaving her lungs and the extreme pain spreading everywhere as she accepted the knowledge that she was going to die. Having dreamt of it made her believe she could have been prepared for it, but the truth is that no one is ever ready to die.
Especially at the hands of their father.
Hesitance overcomes her as she approaches the water. A fog hovers over it, but even through the haze, she sees it clearly. Much more than before. Standing a couple feet from it, the cold temperature is felt, brushing against her skin and igniting shivers to run down to the bone. It's taking everything not to run away, but it's that same feeling that pushes her to stay.
What more does she have to lose?
There's nothing the lake can take from her more than the universe already has.
Like a ghost walking through earth, Mia takes weak steps toward the edge. As if the loss of her magic had taken her strength, she struggles to remain steady and nearly falls to the ground. The water seeps through her boots and the coldness wraps her into its deadly embrace, but unlike the other times, there's not an ounce of unease anymore.
