It had been 18 months. 18 long and lonely months since he left me alone, wanting him, but having no one to talk of turn to. Have u ever missed someone so much u actually started to imagine they were there with u just so that the hart-, hart wrenching pain ebbed for a little while?
But even in the worst situations light comes at the end of the tunnel eventually. Mine in the form of a new job and house a little way away from all the pain and bad memories that were left there in Forks. Now here I was in my small 1 bedroomed house in Tacoma, taking pictures of the Washington scenery for travel brochures. I would have never pictured myself doing anything like this, but after past experiences I found myself with a craving to capture beautiful scenery.
I had graduated Forks High with all right grades, I could have done better but my mind was wandering back to the perfect golden haired boy I now thought was a figment of my imagination. I had already known he was not quite your average 17 jaar old boy, but still surely anything that was different about him we could get through together, he didn’t need to run away taking his whole family with him; the family that I didn’t even get the chance to meet.
Speaking of families, there was a new one that had just moved in to the house opposite and a couple of doors down from mine. It was the creepiest house I had ever seen in my life. It stood tall and looming over the whole straat creating an air of mystery as it seemed to be constantly surrounded door a misty fog like something straight out of a Hollywood horror movie.
There was a big guy unloading box after box out of a massive jeep. Well I say a massive jeep but this man made it look like a tiny smart-car. A stunning blonde was stood volgende to him, pointing at what he should pick up next; typical high school cheerleader couldn’t do anything herself in case she might break a nail. There was another guy, not quite as big and bulky as jeep dude, unloading cases and cases of clothes from a Porsche while a little pixie girl yelled at him to be carefully with her Louboutin’s.
Well life around here was about to get pretty exciting, and I didn’t even know it yet.
But even in the worst situations light comes at the end of the tunnel eventually. Mine in the form of a new job and house a little way away from all the pain and bad memories that were left there in Forks. Now here I was in my small 1 bedroomed house in Tacoma, taking pictures of the Washington scenery for travel brochures. I would have never pictured myself doing anything like this, but after past experiences I found myself with a craving to capture beautiful scenery.
I had graduated Forks High with all right grades, I could have done better but my mind was wandering back to the perfect golden haired boy I now thought was a figment of my imagination. I had already known he was not quite your average 17 jaar old boy, but still surely anything that was different about him we could get through together, he didn’t need to run away taking his whole family with him; the family that I didn’t even get the chance to meet.
Speaking of families, there was a new one that had just moved in to the house opposite and a couple of doors down from mine. It was the creepiest house I had ever seen in my life. It stood tall and looming over the whole straat creating an air of mystery as it seemed to be constantly surrounded door a misty fog like something straight out of a Hollywood horror movie.
There was a big guy unloading box after box out of a massive jeep. Well I say a massive jeep but this man made it look like a tiny smart-car. A stunning blonde was stood volgende to him, pointing at what he should pick up next; typical high school cheerleader couldn’t do anything herself in case she might break a nail. There was another guy, not quite as big and bulky as jeep dude, unloading cases and cases of clothes from a Porsche while a little pixie girl yelled at him to be carefully with her Louboutin’s.
Well life around here was about to get pretty exciting, and I didn’t even know it yet.
Bella searching for "their" meadow
