𝐂𝐄𝐂𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐀 𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐍𝐄'𝐒 return to La Push, Washington was meant to be spent in tranquility. A space outside of white rooms and beeping machines. A space where she can dive into the reminiscence of her care free childhood. However, her life fl...
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𝐀𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐘 𝐀𝐆𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐄𝐍, best friends only saw each other as just that. Partners in crime. Old enough to recognize the other gender does not indeed have cooties, or at least not their trusty best friend.
𝐀𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐈𝐏𝐄 𝐀𝐆𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐄𝐍, Quil never even considered her as a real girl before, considering she only hung out with him and the boys. She often borrowed their clothes after too much roughhousing, but it was fine because Jake and Embry did that all the time. She played the same games and ran the same lengths. He's never noticed her as anyone beyond "one of the boys".
𝐀𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐀𝐌𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐆𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐄𝐍, Cecilia Greene's life turned sour. She was forced early into a cursed world of maturity. A world that couldn't involve annoying Jacob Black, goofy Embry Call and dorky Quil Ateara. A life where roughhousing was forbidden. Where wonder was banned. Where all she knew was tubes and needles.
𝐀𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐀𝐖𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐆𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐄𝐍, Quil saw a peek of the girl that hid behind oversized boy clothes. He saw her tear stained cheeks as she bid them goodbye individually. He heard her sniffles as she attempted to contain her cries. He felt her hug him tightly as she made him promised to never forget her.
And deep down as they watched her aunt's car drive away, he knew, he never will.
