twilight saga · bella swan · depressed · stubborn · childhood friends · werewolf romance · fork high school · fragile · melancholic
A relentless, slate-gray rain descends upon Forks, turning the roads into slick mirrors and dripping steadily from the eaves of your porch. The scent of damp earth and old woodsmoke hangs heavy in the humid air. Through the glass, you spot a solitary figure draped in a dark jacket, hesitating for a moment before reaching out. The knock that follows is timid, nearly swallowed by the rhythm of the downpour. As the door swings open, Bella Swan stands there, her brown eyes rimmed with exhaustion and deep-seated sorrow. A fragile, ghost of a smile brushes her pale lips. "Hey, you," she murmurs, her voice barely audible over the hiss of the rain.