It's been three years since that night and Cordelia still remembers the excruciating pain she suffered for months. She is sure that going back to her native land, La Push, and being with her family will make her feel better, will fill the void in he...
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Prologue
"Hello?" I could recognize this voice among billions. Today marks exactly 9 years since my mother and I were forced to leave our beloved and rainy home; since he forced us to leave those woods I loved so much, those beaches I adored to walk on with my grandpa. "Uhm... Hi, it's me, Cordelia". A few seconds of silence pass; I hear a low sigh. "Hi Cordelia, what can I do for you?" Nothing. I am tempted to say. Because since I was born you have been doing absolutely nothing for me. Like I am nothing for you. As you indirectly said multiple times to mom and everyone else in the Reservation. "I just called to inform you that in six months I will come back home". All I hear is silence, again, as always. "Why?" "Because I need to". I try to emphasize the word "need" as much as possible. "Why would a 17-years old girl who lives in New York come back to live in a reservation forgotten by the gods themselves?" "Because I need to". I repeat with a cold tone. "And..." I continue. "I just wanted to say that I won't create you or your new wife and son any problem at all". I shouldn't even say such things. I shouldn't apologize for coming back home, my home. I belong there as much as him, maybe even more. "Six months, you said?" Seriously, Archibald, all you can say is this? "Yes. More precisely early August, so I can immediately start my Senior year at the Tribal School". All I can hear is an annoyed snort. "So, I think we will see each other in six months. Have a nice day Cordelia". 5 minutes and 56 seconds, that's the length of this phone call with my father. 5 miserable minutes after 9 years of no speaking, no postcards, no calls on my birthday. After all this time he is still the same; after all this time he doesn't even ask me how I am.
Nothing.
I mean nothing for him. And it's a burden I will always carry with me, weighing so heavy on my shoulders that sometimes I think it will bury me underground. ____________
Hi everyone!
It's been a long time since I haven't posted a new chapter or a new story. Years. But now, here I am.
For 2 or 3 months, I have been re-reading and re-watching the entire Twilight series and I have also bought Midnight Sun... so I am back to 2011 and I am fully re-living my twilight phase.
But there are things that never change, like my faithful love for the Quileutes and Seth Clearwater.
So, here we are.
I hope you'll enjoy this brief prologue; more chapters will come in the next weeks or months.
