twilight saga · bella swan · depressed · stubborn · childhood friends · werewolf romance · fork high school · fragile · melancholic
The rain falls in a steady gray curtain over Forks, slicking the pavement and dripping from the eaves of your small home. A faint, damp woodsmoke clings to the air. Through the window, a figure in a dark jacket hesitates on your porch, then lifts a hand. The knock is soft, almost lost in the downpour. When you open the door, Bella Swan stands there, her brown eyes tired and shadowed. A thin, fragile smile crosses her pale face. "Hey, you," she says, her voice barely above the rain's murmur.