Disclaimer: Twilight, and all its characters belong to Stephanie Meyer. I just love twisting the stories around.
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Prologue.
That's not the beginning of the end
That's the return to yourself
The return to innocence.
Love - devotion
Feeling - emotion
Love - devotion
Feeling – emotion
~Enigma
The rain pelted down on to the small black car as if it were angry fists demanding entrance against an unyielding door. The swish of the wiper blades repeated rhythmically in the warm black leather interior, the smell of lavender faint in the air as the heater exhaled its warmth to keep the windshield clear.
She tried to peer through the torrent, the rain running down her windshield like a cascading waterfall; obscuring everything that lay beyond it, yet still she sat there with her fists squeezing the soft leather steering wheel, knuckles white, and her breath jagged in her chest. Her face still bore the signs of her pain, the torture of the news which had been delivered to her almost eight hours ago. Her tear stained cheeks, the bright red painted over the bones, her eyes pink and wet, all bore to the silent anguish she was trying to hold inside as she navigated the treacherous winding roads of Forks, Washington.
The little car-a BMW coupe- handled each turn with grace, remaining flat against the asphalt, the wheels slicing through the water that covered the road, as its driver tried to hold on to her wits and her control. Outside, a lush green forest surrounded and blanketed everything; there was no tree or rock that wasn't covered in large fanning leaves or thick velvety moss. It was everything, deep mint, jade, sage, every green in existence she had once said could be found just by looking in the forests of Forks, even those that had yet to be discovered.
She was going back; back to place she said she would never look upon again. Returning to where it had all began; the sleepy town, the simple people, the lush forest and never-ending rain. She was going back to the place where her pride had been dismantled, her trust in men destroyed-though it had since been rebuilt to some extent- and the love of her life abandoned. She was going back to the place where her innocence was lost and she was faced with the very real fact- there are no fairytale endings and soul mates and loves of your life were created to make women one day become idiots at the feet of men. It was the place where she had become jaded and her soul destroyed by the pain of unrequited love and rejection, as if the abandonment she already felt wasn't enough.
As her nose crinkled she braced herself for what was to come, burying the man who had sired her, the man who had loved her as best he could yet never accomplished making her feel it... her father.
Now, all the ghosts were rising from the moss, trying to stake a claim to her memories as she turned familiar bends towards what was once her home.
Get in and get out.
Those words were all she could think of as her mind still tried to process the news; he was dead. Her father was never coming back. She was now officially, all alone in the world.
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