BPOV
"Mom I will be fine, don't worry. Just have a good time with Phil in Jacksonville." I tugged on my mother Renee's sleeve in a reassuring gesture and I could tell that it wasn't working. She looked at me, her eyes brimming with tears that she was fighting.
I pulled her into a hug and clung to her shutting my eyes to fight back tears. I had my luggage and my ticket in hand, and yet mom was still protesting.
"Can't you just come with us? You don't have to go!" she sobbed into my shoulder.
Over the intercom, a voice announced that the flight to Port Angles was now boarding. We said our final goodbyes and I made the long walk to the boarding dock.
The memory flooded through my mind as Charlie and I started the drive to Forks. I sat in silence as Charlie chatted away excitedly about the house and the school and how happy he was that I was coming to live with him.
I laid my head against the cool window and gazed out at the scenery passing by. I looked up at the passing dark clouds as raindrops started to fall in buckets onto the windshield. Good bye sun.