Soulmate.1|E.C

The drive to Forks was a blur of green and gray, the incessant rain mirroring the ache in my chest. My head rested against the window, watching the blur of trees, each one a reminder of the life I’d left behind in Phoenix. Two years since Dad’s accident, and now this.
“For me or you?” I mumbled, not taking my eyes off the passing scenery, when Mom assured me this move would be ‘good’.
She sighed, her hand briefly patting my thigh before returning to the wheel. “For both of us.” Her voice was soft, laced with a familiar guilt. I wasn’t angry, just… tired. Tired of everything being different.
“You’re moving to a town where you know people,” I pointed out, my voice barely above a whisper. “I’m not.”
She insisted her chances of running into old friends were slim, but then Charlie Swan, the Chief of Police, pulled up to our new, small white house almost immediately. And then Billy Black, in his wheelchair, rolled up, accompanied by his friendly son, Jacob.
It seemed Forks was determined to prove me wrong, one familiar face at a time.