The Rise of Lydia Rowe ↠ Jasper Hale (ON HOLD)

The gloomy, perpetually rain-soaked skies of Forks, Washington, felt surprisingly fitting to Lydia Rowe. Boxes still cluttered her new bedroom, but a sense of quiet determination settled over her as she looked out at the dense, emerald forest bordering their backyard. This small, isolated town was meant to be her sanctuary, a place where the echoes of Edgewood High and the whispers of 'whore' and 'liar' wouldn't reach her.

Downstairs, the comforting murmur of her mothers, Johanna and Tracy, began to fill the new house, their voices a soft counterpoint to the steady drumming of rain against the windowpane. They had uprooted their entire lives for her, a testament to a love that felt like the only solid ground beneath her feet. Lydia unpacked her bedding, creating a small haven in the midst of the chaos, the soft music she hummed a gentle balm to her still-raw wounds.

Later, over pizza, her mothers’ smiles were warm and reassuring. "How do you like Forks so far?" Johanna asked, her eyes full of hope. Lydia's answer was honest, a fragile optimism blooming within her: "It's rainier than back home, but I think I'll get used to that. I like it here so far. It feels cozy."

Yet, as she drifted off to sleep that night, Lydia made a silent promise to herself. This would be the last time she shed tears over what had happened. Forks was a fresh start, and she would rebuild her life, piece by painstaking piece, no matter how hard she had to work to make it so.