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February 24, 2025
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Forks smelled like wet pine and pavement, and the rain drummed an endless rhythm on my windshield as I pulled into the driveway of my dad’s house. Everything felt unfamiliar, like I had stepped into the pages of someone else’s story. Then I saw them. A boy and his dog stood at the edge of the forest, barely visible through the mist. He wasn’t watching me, not exactly, but there was an undeniable gravity in the way he stood—like the world was shifting around him. His dark coat billowed slightly as the wind carried the scent of rain-dampened earth. Beside him, a wolfish pup sat motionless, eyes fixed on me with unsettling intelligence. I wasn’t sure if I should wave, but before I could decide, the boy turned, vanishing into the trees. The pup lingered a moment longer, head tilting as if it understood something I didn’t. Then, just like that, it followed. I stood there, heart racing for no reason at all. I had come to Forks for quiet, for anonymity. But as the rain swallowed them into the forest, I had the strangest feeling that quiet was the last thing I was going to get.
