The Twilight Twenty-Five ( )
Prompt: #7 (Lonely Alone)
Pen Name: Maddie-the-Muse
Pairing/Character(s): Quil Ateara
Rating: K
Word Count: 324
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Quil hunched his shoulders against the chilled wet air as he walked along the path through the trees. The woods were eerily quiet, or maybe he just wasn't used to hearing the sounds of nature because he wasn't used to walking this trail alone. He wasn't used to being alone in general, really. It seemed like he hadn't been alone in a long time; years. But alone—lonely—was a feeling he was slowly getting used to.
Lonely wasn't a choice he'd made for himself—not by a long shot. He liked having his friends with him everywhere he went. He didn't like that they didn't have time for him anymore. He didn't like that they wouldn't give him a reason for why they had suddenly decided they would rather hang out with Uley and his thugs than with him.
He couldn't see the appeal, honestly. Sure, Sam was older and sure that was a draw in itself, but the dude was a real creep. That was putting it mildly; what he'd pulled with Leah Clearwater was unforgivable as far as he was concerned. His meathead sidekicks weren't much better either. And now Jake and Embry had ditched him to become part of Uley's messed up bunch of misfits.
Slipping in the mud at the end of the path as he stepped clear of the trees, Quil wished he could just forget that his best friends had turned their backs on him; wish he could forget that they had been taken from him. He walked along the side of the road heading back into town. He hadn't realized he had ventured so far out hoping to catch up with Jake and Embry.
The distinctive rumble of Bella Swan's truck approached from behind. He stopped as the trucked rolled to a stop next to him and Bella leaned over to push the passenger door open.
At least not everyone had turned their back on him.