#olympicfated

“  i’m  -  i’m  SORRY  .  i’m  sorry  .  i  am  so  -  so  sorry  .  ”

&.    @olympicfated​    prompted:    “   I    remember    all    of    the    things    that    I    thought    I    wanted    to    be.   ”

      a    soft    puff    of    air    drips    from    her    lips    in    a    sigh    --    the    temperature    that    only    affected    one    of    them    ALLOWING    them    both    to    see    it    clearly.    did    she    still    not    get    it    ?    these    thoughts    of    missed    endeavors    would    only    grow    if    she    kept    on    with    the    ideal    that    this    life    she    sought    was    better    than    the    one    she    ALREADY    had.    it    wasn’t    that    the    blonde    didn’t    care    for    bella,    in    her    own    way    --    she    did,    but    she    had    lost    her    respect    the    more    the    YOUNG    girl    pushed    to    join    the    dead    &    give    up    what    she    held    in    the    palm    of    her    hands.    rosalie    would    give    ANYTHING    for    a    second    chance    at    a    normal    life    --    at    the    ability    to    grow    old    with    emmett    &    be    surrounded    by    their    children    as    the    years    showed    upon    the    lines    in    their    faces.    ❝    you    could    still    be    any    of    those    things,    bella.    ❞    there    is    a    lack    of    her    usual    bite    that    clings    to    her    words,    free    of    the    harshness    despite    the    WEIGHT    behind    what    she    was    voicing.    ❝    you    have    an    entire    life    filled    with    possibilities    &    you’re    wasting    it.    ❞        for    what    ?    edward    ?    the    ability    to    watch    decades    come    &    go    &    history    REPEAT    itself    in    the    most    horrendous    of    ways    ?    was    her    heart    so    chained    to    his    that    she    couldn’t    see    past    tomorrow    ?        ❝    you're    in    such    a    rush    but    you’ve    barely    lived.    ❞    envy    colored    her    tone    despite    the    best    intention    to    keep    it    sealed    in    the    CAGE    within    her    chest    --    everyone    was    so    for    this    choice    &    she    couldn’t    quite    figure    out    why    that    was.

❛ You don’t know what you’re getting yourselves into. ❜

HE’D HAD TIME TO THINK ABOUT IT, taking a couple days to really contemplate the situation and come to a decision. The fact that Seth took that time was an abnormality in itself - as soon as Jacob did something, he had almost always been right there behind him. Packing up his things and moving with the Cullens, though? Living away from his family, from his sister, for who knew how long? That was his biggest concern, and what had kept him up for the past two nights in a row. 

He wouldn’t age as long as he was with them, and he knew that his mom would, and there was a good chance that Leah would, too. Was he really ready to leave them behind? Come back every so often, and then not at all? He stood outside the familiar house in the woods for a few minutes, glance sweeping from the Cullen’s house ( or, soon-to-be former house ) and the highway. That was it, his last chance to think things through. He rocked on the balls of his feet, feeling his heart rate start to pick up. 

No, he thought, forcing his muscles to still. He’d made his decision. He wanted to stay with Jacob, and with the people that helped to save him. Seth had called them a two-man pack before, and he still meant that. He’d been Jacob’s shadow ever since he was a little kid, and that wasn’t going to change. His large, red duffel bag was slung over his shoulder, stuffed with whatever he could fit inside of it. 

Before he could even knock on the door, he heard it open. Bella’s face greeted him, and she’d beaten him to speaking first. His eyebrows furrowed together, head instantly shaking in disagreement.   ❝ I do, ❞   he started, voice solid and unwavering.   ❝ I wanna come, Jake said that you guys could need help up there in... ❞   he trailed off, glancing back down at her. 

  ❝ -well, wherever we’re going. The point is... me and him are a package deal, I made a promise to stick with him. ❞   A small smile replaced his serious expression, stance loosening slightly.    ❝ I can’t break it, Bella. We pinky promised and everything. ❞ 

❛         I mean ...  we  could ...       ❜          she replies,  lips   pursed   slightly as she turns over the idea in her mind.  She glances at the girl who   s l o u c h e s   beside her on the bed,  brows raised in silent   question.  This was hardly one of her  better  ideas,  but it was  far  from her worst.  After all,  this one didn’t put them in any  danger  other than in danger of maybe wasting some  time ... and maybe the risk of some  lite  vomiting en route.  The pair had been out until around  five hours earlier,  so it was probably a  safe  bet that one of them would struggle a bit on the two and a half to three hour drive  ...  but in  this  state,  Peyton would probably  kill  for a breakfast burrito.  It was a risk  she  was willing to take,  and as she looks to her friend she  h o p e s  she feels the same way.

❛        Order up,       ❜        he says,  poking his head into the living room,  almost expecting to see an  unwelcome  teen beside his daughter on the couch.  Well,  unwelcome for  now.  Edward had already been over  once  since they’d gotten back to Forks,  and Charlie had tried to  i m p l y  he shouldn’t plan on coming back without an   invitation.  There was still some   acidity   in his thoughts in regards Edward,  and he wasn’t going to ignore his instincts.  Regardless of what Bella said,  her  boyfriend  was ultimately the reason she was upset enough to   run   out into the night to drive back to  Phoenix.  To leave  Forks,  and not look back.  Her words still   r i n g   in his mind from that night,  and it takes effort to keep the thought from bringing a   frown   to his face.  Nevertheless,  he walks into the room,  relaxing slightly when he knew they were alone.  In hand he is a large bowl of   broccoli cheddar soup,  placed on a plate with   several   slices of sourdough bread.  The bread is   l a y e r e d   carefully,  his attempt to set up this  surely  to be   uncomfortable  conversation to be as easy as possible.

Based on their last conversation  before  Phoenix,  he hadn’t been sure that she would have wanted to come  home.  When Reneé had told him their daughter declared she wanted to go back to  Forks,  he’d been   surprised.  Happy  ...  but   surprised.  His unease subsides slightly at the   w a r m t h  in his chest,  knowing his daughter had decided that Forks could be   her   home too.  Whatever other issues they had to address moving forward,  they’d be able to figure it out.  Because he wants her to be happy here,  and now   she   truly wants to be   here.