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Sunset of Hearts

Summary:
As the sun sets, it is the ending of a life. Sure, lives end every day, and new ones begin. But on this twilight, the sun was setting on the most important life in my world. But, it was also dawning on a new life as well. The only catch was, those two lives were both the same. What if Bella had come to Forks, and Edward and his family were human? What if they were like every other family? But, what if they were unfortunately pulled into a dark situation, that was to transform them into the thing of their nightmares, and inconsequentially, something darker than they had ever dreamed of? And what if Bella was the one to keep Edward going through all of this? Basically, what if Edward and his family were human in Forks? (Were being the key word.)


Notes:
Okay, I know that, if you read my previously completed story, Daylight, I promised an entirely different story. But, I felt a different inspiration to write this one. So, here it is.


1. Chapter 1: Fateful Hello

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Fate is a cruel punishment. Fate was a town in Washington where it rained almost non-stop, and under that rain existed my father’s house. Fate had a new name. And although the name begun with the same letter as the original, it was all the more difficult to decide upon than the latter. Its name was Forks.

And yet; fate can be a hopeful glimmer. It can bring you towards another in a way that only fate can. Fate could bring together a girl and boy under thick clouds, and be able to produce love. Fate could be merciful. But mostly, it was merciless.

~

I drove my newly received Chevy truck up the road that would lead me to the inconsequential high school of my future. For the next two years I exiled myself to the big rain cloud of America, also know as Forks, Washington.

I pulled into the student lot, following a silver Volvo that, although shiny and expensive, clearly held a student, or rather, several students. They pulled into the first available spot, sending me passing them and pulling into the next spot, three cars down. I tried to pretend that the monstrous thundering was coming from the sky and not my car.

When I had all the paperwork out of the way – asking a group of students to point me in the direction of the school office – I realized I was later than I had previously anticipated. And with that, I was left hurrying with my map over the uneven ground leading to my first class.

The rest of the day proceeded as such, the only difference being that I had several people that were nice enough to escort me. And now I was following a short, bushy-haired girl to the cafeteria – which, consequentially, had the look of a large restaurant rather than an alleged 300+-student-containing room that served overpriced crap-on-a-plate. Only the crap-on-a-plate part was correct.

As she entered the cafeteria, I followed timidly along. At once, she strode over to a long line of students – apparently the only line present – and waited behind a tall girl with red hair and a skin problem. I stood behind, glancing around suspiciously at the students seated around me, chewing on their food and chatting lightly.

I purchased a slice of pizza – which had the look and, I guessed, taste of a piece of tire – and a bottle of water, then followed the girl who’s name I had now forgotten across the crowded cafeteria, and to an almost full table.

She introduced me to all the students there, whose names I forgot almost instantly. I realized with a shock of embarrassment that it would take me a few trial-and-errors to get them down right.

But then I realized that those names I had just forgotten meant nothing. They were utterly insignificant, therefore, out of sight, out of mind. My eyes were now locked on a table at the far reaches of the cafeteria, where five students sat.

I had no idea why these people stood out specifically to me – they were just like every other student here. Hair colors ranging from platinum blonde to deep midnight black, and eye colors ranging from brilliant green to deep blue. So there should be no reason for me to purposefully single them out. But there was. I just couldn’t figure it out. Yet.

“Hey,” the girl sitting next to me waved her hand rudely in front of my face. Her trick worked, I blinked and turned my head to look at her. “Were you listening?”

“Um…no, sorry. I got…distracted.” And with that, she launched herself into a complete detailed description of what I’d just missed.

But the whole time she was talking, my mind was not present. It was off at that table in the far corner of the cafeteria, where the five mysterious students sat and ate their lunches.

~

I trudged through campus to my sixth period Biology class, literally. The ground was covered in watery mud, and I had to be very careful not to ruin my favorite tennis shoes with the dirty muck. When I finally made the last step to the classroom, I stopped dead in my tracks. Because, standing just in front of the door and discussing in a low voice with one of the teenagers sitting with him at lunch was one of the boys from that very table – the one in the far corner of the cafeteria. He was the one with bronze colored hair and brilliant green eyes.

He waved goodbye to the short black haired girl, and she turned around and walked past me, glancing at me once with her light brown oval eyes. The bronze haired boy had his back to me now, and was making his way to a row of hooks just inside the door, where he hung up his dark coat. I followed in a daze, but stopped when he branched off down the middle aisle to take his seat in the back of the room.

Instead of following dumbly, I approached the teacher and waited for him to notice my presence. I gave him my name and the slip that I was instructed to have him, and every other teacher of mine, sign. He pointed me to the back of the room, indicating the one empty chair.

Slowly, I made my way to the chair which he’d pointed out to me. Only until I’d sat down did I realize that it was the seat next to the bronze haired boy. My heart fluttered unnecessarily in my chest as I realized his proximity, and his unbelievable good looks.

“Hello, you must be the new girl,” he greeted me cheerfully. I looked up involuntarily, and gazed into his brilliant green eyes, whose depths extended for miles and miles.

“Yes, that’s me,” I replied, breathless. “I’m Bella Swan.”

“It’s nice to meet you, Bella. I’m Edward Cullen.” As he said those words, his green eyes sparkled, and his perfect lips curved up into a smile.