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“It's not an unkind thing to make a new home. And it will be one where all whom you love are welcomed.”
― Jewelle L. Gómez
I had never felt quite at home in my world. I always had this sense that there was something strange waiting around the corner, something that I would cause. These last few months, however, had been different; they had brought me so much happiness that now, as I faced the ending, I was not mad.
Looking back, I knew that the happiness I had found was the people around me, the person I had become over the last few months was different, stronger. I finally belonged.
And now, as I face the end, I am grateful. They have shown me that happiness is not something that we find, but something that we create. It is the people we surround ourselves with, and the memories we make that define our lives.
Across the long room, I watched as the man, no monster, with eyes as red as rose and skin as pale as death - slowly slink forward, his every step a deliberate approach to my inevitable demise. My thoughts raced as I struggled to find a way out of this hopeless situation. But now, as the monster drew closer, I knew, my time in this world would come to an end, soon I would be no more than a memory. But until then, I would keep fighting, keep struggling, keep hoping for a miracle.
I felt utterly helpless. I had no idea how to fight back against an immortal being. Looking back, I couldn't help but think that if only my sister and I had never come to Forks, I wouldn't be dying today. It was a bitter and painful thought, a life with my family, but without the one I loved. As I lay there, my mind raced with memories of my life before this moment. I remembered the warm summer days spent at the beach with my sister, the sound of laughter and joy filling the air. I remembered the crush of the ocean around me, bonfires, snowball fights, sneaking out with friends and him, I remembered him.
The monster smiled at me as he moved forward and I couldn't help but smile as I greeted death.