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The fire that burns in her veins contrasts darkly with the ice that runs through his. Wanting normalcy in the form of a new life, Safina Wells finds this unachievable in the name of Ja...
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"after great pain, a formal feeling comes. the nerves sit ceremonious, like tombs." -emily dickinson
Finding La Push was an accident. A happy accident, but an accident nevertheless. It was the coldest it had been in the month Safina had been in Forks, as it was the middle of Fall and she was in what seemed to be the rainiest city in the world. It was Saturday and Cherie and her father had to work, unexpectedly leaving Gabriel and Safina in a big house with nothing to do. Whilst Gabriel dozed off on the couch, Safina had to get out of the house but with no friends and no license, that was hard to do.
She quickly decided that taking a walk in the cold rain was not the best idea but continued on. It was at this point she decided that the weather was not very different to that in Vermont, just wetter. Her Doc Martens were getting the worst of it as she trekked through the woods, hoping to find something interesting.
Soon enough, she heard the calming crash of waves on rocks and hurried to find her way to it. When she finally found it, the beach was vacant, probably because who would be stupid enough to go the beach when it's raining? Finding a place in the sand to sit down was easy enough, letting go of her thoughts was the hard part. With her back up against a rock, she looked out to the water and pondered on the way the waves crashed so violently on the shore but retreated so meekly.
Just when it had seemed to stop raining, a sudden crack of thunder notified her it was time to leave the beach but she stopped when she noticed a group of shirtless guys pushing and shoving each other playfully a ways down the shore. Her arms hugged herself, her grey sweater not doing much for warmth anymore. Watching as they kicked a ball around, she noticed fiery bronze hair sticking out amongst the sea of dark brown as well as pale white skin contrasting the warmth of tan skin much like her own.
Renesmee noticed her and waved, the group of boys slowly stopping what they were doing, each turning to look at her. Turning from the attention with warm cheeks, Safina lowly waved back. A warm smile graced Renesmee's already perfect face as she beckoned the embarrassed girl to join the large group. Not wanting to reject a sign of friendship, Safina briskly made her way over, the wind whipping her hair in her face, a sight for the group watching.
When she arrived to where Renesmee was, she was engulfed in a large hug engaged by the pale girl. She began introducing the large group to Safina but was speaking very fast, giving Safina the chance to only catch a few names. The boy that was introduced as Jacob had his arms around the slim waist of the fiery haired girl, letting Safina know they were in a relationship.
Whilst everyone got back to their game, Seth, probably the youngest of the group approached Safina with a dopey smile. They talked for a bit, he asked lots of questions about Vermont and she assumed he had never left Washington. When it started to get dark, Renesmee, or Nessie, as Jake often referred to her as, offered to take Safina home which was happily accepted as the cold began to overtake the girl.
