It's typical for Clallam County to be this dreary. It's the one thing I remember most about this place. A constant downpour and overcast nearly everyday. I used to love the rain. It was always relaxing, consistent, to be expected. Something about it always brought peace to my otherwise hectic and unusual lifestyle. As I've grown, I've yearned for something warmer. But the raindrops racing down my car window are somehow still attractive to me.

As my car approached the stop sign at cedar and burk, a feeling of nervousness filled my stomach. I haven't been back here in over three years. I haven't spoken with anyone in that long either. I'm probably just a ghost to them now. A part of their past. It's not that I didn't want to be here. Missing my La Push family has been incredibly painful and I think about them everyday. Constantly.

My parents insisted it wasn't safe for someone like me to be here. I understand their worries, though. I touched my right hand to my left forearm, where the scars trace my skin in three lines. How could I not understand? They have good reason to fear for my safety. And I know that. I can't imagine what their faces will look like when they realize I'm gone. They say they don't watch me when I'm at college. But, I know I can always count on someone to be near by "coincidentally."

It wasn't too much further up the road before I could see the porch light shining through the rain. The quaint, white house on the corner had been a warm place where I was always welcome for all of my childhood. But, I'm scared things may be different now.

I pulled into the gravel driveway, shifting my Toyota into park. Before the incident and my family rushing us away, I'd spent so much time here. Riding my bike or spending time with Charlie. I'm so familiar with this place, it's almost like the back of my hand. I know that by now whoever's home has already heard someone pull into the driveway. They probably saw headlights shining through the living room curtains. They're likely headed to the door. It's too late to turn back now.

I opened my car door and stepped out, feeling the cold downpour of Forks signature rain on my face. I thought about grabbing an umbrella, but for some reason it just didn't feel right. Maybe that's too formal for the situation. I wrapped myself up in my navy rain coat, and made my way toward the Swan residence. The simple action of walking towards the front door filled my heart with nostalgia and joy. I took a deep breath in. Feels like home.

I step onto the old, creaky boards of the porch. At the same moment, almost in unison, the front door opened and a familiar face peared at me through the doorway.

"Nessie.." a soft sweet voice blurted out in shock. "Charlie!" Sue squealed running towards me. She gathered me in her arms, squeezing me tight. I buried my face in her hair. Is this really happening? The hole in my heart almost seemed to subside. I forgot what that was like.

She stood back, holding my hands in her face and peering at me with her welcoming brown eyes "I can't believe you're here, Renesmee. I'm at a loss for words! When did you get so tall?" She sputtered out all at once. She was smiling so hard I couldn't help but smile too.

"All be damned.." A deep voice said from behind us. I turned to see Charlie staring at me in awe. I knew he would be shocked by my unannounced arrival. He came forward, embracing me in his arms. "I thought I'd never see you again, Nes." his voice broke as he said it. He kissed me on the head then stepped back. "What are you doing here? Not that I'm angry about it! Good God I'm so happy to see you." He hugged me again. "Let's go inside! We have dinner ready. Can you stay?"

Tears welled up in my eyes. Such a simple question. Such a simple answer. "Yes. Yes! Absolutely yes! I came all the way from Alaska to see you." I couldn't control my grin.

Sue grabbed my hand and welcomed me through the front door.

I panned across the room. "It's just like I remember it." I explained with a voice full of excitement. I spun around taking in the entire room. The blueish green walls, the hardwood floors, and the sweet aroma of pine and amber surrounded me like a hug. A comforting, loving, homey, hug. This is what peace feels like.

"If I'd known you were coming I would have, I don't know, picked up a bit." Charlie said.

I laughed. "No! No, this is perfect. It's like nothing has changed. It's exactly what I was hoping for. I swear! You don't know how much I've missed this." I blurted it out so fast I almost lost my breath.

I swung around to where Charlie and Sue were lingering in the foyer. They were both smiling with an arm around each other, but I could sense a look of worry and concern in their faces. I knew they would be happy to see me. But.. I also knew there would be a lot of hurt and frustration. We left with no explanation leaving the people who love us the most behind with no explanation. Who knows how long they worried themselves sick. Or how long it took them to stop looking for us.. Or answers.

I looked at them. Sue had tears streaming down her face. It hurt me that I had caused them hurt. Such selfless and loving people don't deserve to be sad. They only ever wanted the best for me. And my family didn't allow them to even know that I was okay. For three years. Three very painful, long years. For both of us.

I turned to them "I want to tell you everything. But.."

"But!" Sue cut me off "..first, would you like to have dinner? You must be starving after coming so far." She smiled. Her eyes almost begging me to say yes.

"Sue.. " I sobbed "There is nothing I want more in the world than to have dinner with you two."

She came forward and wiped the tears away from my face. "Perfect! I made spaghetti. You.. still love spaghetti?"

"I love spaghetti." I said smiling.