It had been years since Bella visited first beach. It had been four since she'd even come to Forks - that was when she made Charlie come and vacation with her down in Phoenix.
Looking out across the iron-capped black waves, chocolate waves whipping round her face, Bella remembered when she had come here as a child.
The pebbles were hard - nowhere near as nice as white sand - but close up they were every colour of the spectrum: warm ochers, soft greens and milky lilacs. Bleached bones of driftwood lay scattered around along the beach, one particularly prominent with it's roots curling and twisting into a deformed map of swirling strings.
Bella turned, looking up toward the grassy cliffs, then along to the weedy separation between the parking lot and the beach.
She remembered this place. The only shop on the Quileute reservation was a few hundred yards back from the weeds, and the high school was way on the other side of the whole rez. There were quaint wooden houses dotted around painted lots of faded bright colors, some with little flower baskets decorating the fronts.
Bella swept her gaze back across the sea and sighed, wrapping her arms around her waist.
Just as it started to pour with rain, Bella thought: It's great to be back.
Looking out across the iron-capped black waves, chocolate waves whipping round her face, Bella remembered when she had come here as a child.
The pebbles were hard - nowhere near as nice as white sand - but close up they were every colour of the spectrum: warm ochers, soft greens and milky lilacs. Bleached bones of driftwood lay scattered around along the beach, one particularly prominent with it's roots curling and twisting into a deformed map of swirling strings.
Bella turned, looking up toward the grassy cliffs, then along to the weedy separation between the parking lot and the beach.
She remembered this place. The only shop on the Quileute reservation was a few hundred yards back from the weeds, and the high school was way on the other side of the whole rez. There were quaint wooden houses dotted around painted lots of faded bright colors, some with little flower baskets decorating the fronts.
Bella swept her gaze back across the sea and sighed, wrapping her arms around her waist.
Just as it started to pour with rain, Bella thought: It's great to be back.