Many people would say that the sun can cure anyone's unhappiness. The hot ball in the sky may shed light on issues, but that's why I personally despise it. I know greatly the potential of destruction from it. Not only sunburns, but more. To me, the sun is a natural born enemy. No, I'm incorrect, the hours between 7 A.M. and 8 P.M. are relitively bad in my opinion.
My name is Bella Swan, and my home is in Forks Washington: the home of rain, one reason why I even tolerate it here. I moved from New York. Trust me, it was a big change. Maybe not a good one, but definitely a change. I loved New York... Well, as much as I could love anything. Or maybe the man who I used to live with made it all worth while. I wasn't about to think about it.
My father, Charlie (chief of the police station), was maybe my only enjoyment I had left in this rainy city. But at times, I could swear he was one of my worst nightmares.
I had absolutely nothing here, and nothing to give it. But I also think this city had nothing to give me either. A fair trade.
Maybe I'm wrong, maybe this wrecked city might be worth leaving the only love of my life, the only one who had made me cry, but also the one who made me give up hope, and as for me, that " light at the end of the tunnel" had came at me slowly, then suddenly picked up speed to come at me full force and ended up just being a train anyway. Lucky me.
But in a way, I believed I was still doomed. Even though it rains mostly here, the sun does come, and when it does I'll hide, like I always have and always will.
And I wondered to myself, is there any hope left? No, I decided. Not for me, anyway. Not yet. But it will come, and when I see him again, he will pay.