Her Humanity

The Miami sun beat down, a familiar warmth on Rose Swan's skin as she paddled out, the rhythm of the ocean a comforting farewell. Her board cut through the gentle waves, each stroke a bittersweet reminder of a life she was leaving behind. This was her last dance with the ocean, her final taste of carefree freedom before the move to Forks, Washington.

She caught a wave, riding it with practiced ease, a fleeting smile gracing her lips. But even the joy of surfing couldn't entirely mask the ache in her chest. Forks meant change, a new school, and a reunion with her sister, Bella, who sounded more distant and burdened with each phone call. It meant leaving behind Jack, the handsome surfer who understood her better than anyone.

Later, walking hand-in-hand with Jack on the sand, the setting sun painted the sky in hues of orange and pink. Their boards tucked under their arms, a silent understanding passed between them. The unspoken goodbye hung heavy in the air, a physical weight. Rose knew this was coming, but it didn't make the pain any less sharp. She squeezed his hand, wishing for more time, wishing for a different outcome, as the last rays of sun dipped below the horizon, signaling the end of an era.