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BENEATH THE SILENCE

Chapter 4, word count: 2k

Summery: After a long day of miscommunication and an unnerving amount of reality checks y/n ends her day noticing that silence has a way of echoing louder than expected. Between storm clouds, memories, sticky notes and strange shadows, something feels… off.

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A Storm Is Coming…

“This is so stupid” I groaned to myself, yanking the fridge door open. Cold air spills out, hitting my face almost waking me up. Half a tomato. Wilted lettuce. A few slices of Bacon that probably should’ve been used yesterday and two pathetic excuses for slices of bread. I’ll do.

I drop everything onto the counter and start prepping my lazy BLT. Everything is beginning to frustrate me. My movements are stiff and sharp unable to shake off tension from earlier. I lean against the counter and try not to think about the way Jacob looked at me.

I hate this.

Why did he get so mad? He’s the one who kept pushing me back at the beach, practically begging me to admit something was off. But when I ask about the wolves, he shuts down. Tells me to drop it.

“You can keep pretending it was just a storm… but I was there, and I know for a fact that it wasn’t a damn storm.”

I scoff through my nose as I pick up the slices of bread and throw them into the toaster

how is that fair?

I should’ve slammed the door harder

The bacon starts to sizzle in the pan. I lean on the counter, arms crossed.

He always does this. He gets close, then pulls back. Like I’m the one asking for too much, like I’m the one imagining things that aren’t there. But I’m not stupid. I saw something. We both did.

I flip the bacon and reach for the bread, still chewing on my own frustration when something quieter creeps in underneath it.

Why is Dad gone so much lately?

I try to brush it off, but the thought digs in deeper. It’s been almost every night now. Late shifts. Last-minute calls. No real explanation. Just notes on the counter and if I’m lucky takeout in the fridge.

Does he even like being around me anymore?

The question stings more than I want to admit.

I mean, we’ve gotten closer these past few years. So it couldn’t be that. I hope.

I started to assemble my sorry ass sandwich before it hit me.

Is he avoiding me?

I finish the sandwich and take one slow bite before pushing the plate away. I’m not really hungry anymore. I lost my appetite around the second argument today. I just needed to feel like I was doing something productive. Eating counts, right? Technically?

The house is painfully quiet and empty. No TV. No unusually loud footsteps from my father. Just the hum of the fridge and the low groan of the old pipes behind the walls.

I need to do something.

I pick up my sandwich and walk to the front door cracking it open before a huge gust of wind does the rest of the work for me, slamming it against the siding with a bang that makes my heart jump and body flinch. That was unnecessarily loud. I just love that for me.

The rain has starts to fall sideways, like it’s in a rush to get somewhere, anywhere but here. The sky is completely ink-black, lit up every now and then by lightning sketching veins across the stormy clouds. Even the trees look like they’re holding their breath. I hope Jacob made it home safe.

Barefoot, I walk to the edge of the porch crouching as I break the sandwich into smaller pieces so it’s easier for my raccoon friend to eat.

My dad hates the damn thing but I’ve always wanted one so I may have been feeding it for the past year. We have a mutual understanding. He eats my scraps and I get to admire from a far wishing I could keep him. I finish tearing my sandwich up before I stand up walking back to the door. At least someone will appreciate it more than I do.

The rain kicks up again just as I dash back inside. It pelts the windows, finally drowning out the aching silence that’s been clinging to everything all day.

As I pass through the kitchen, my eyes land on a note stuck to the fridge with a crooked magnet I picked out when I was younger.

I sigh leaning up against the kitchen doorway staring at my father’s messy hand writing wiping the rain from my forehead.

“Late shift, stay safe. - Love Dad”

Maybe he does care.

I softly pick up the note before turning it around to see the back.

“I know about the raccoon. Stop feeding it.”

I can’t have anything nice around here.

I turn kitchen light off and walked through the hallway heading upstairs, dragging my hand along the wall like I used to when I was little.

As I pass the hallway calendar, something catches my eye.

First day of school: three days.

I stare at the red circle I drew last month, back when I thought I’d have everything figured out by now. I don’t. Not even close. Where’d all the time go?

I walk to my room noticing how all how much this day has physically exhausted me. I take my tank top off as I make it through my door way grabbing one of my worn down T-shirts as I slip my jeans off and put some sweatpants on trying my best to unwind. I cant stop thinking about it.

I sit on the edge of my bed, twisting my hair up so I can wrap it for the night. I sigh.

Why was is he being so short with me? Who does he think he is?

I got up and walked to the bathroom leaning against the sink looking into my sunken tired eyes.

Not like I care anyway.

I bend down to rinse my face before I wash it. I open the mirror and that’s when I heard it. I slowly closed the mirror and looked to my left.

Something outside the window moves.

I freeze.

It’s quick, barely a flicker but my heart stumbles in my chest. I stand tall, eyes fixed on the glass.

I step closer, pressing my hand to the window. The glass is cool against my skin, and my breath leaves a faint fog on the surface.

I blinked.

It was gone. I wiped my face in distress then looked again, my face planted on the glass window. There was nothing. I back away slowly, the hairs on the back of my neck still standing.

Was it the wind blowing the trees? Maybe the raccoon or that wolf? I don’t know. I’m too exhausted to care at this point.

I washed my face and brushed my teeth with urgency yet barley conscious enough to remember doing it.

I dried my face with the rag hanging next to me then drag myself to my room, climbing into my bed tucking myself in. Trying my best to get comfortable and melt away the unnerving and stressful day I just had. But sleep doesn’t come easy.

I keep thinking about the shadow. The wolf. Jacob’s face when he said it wasn’t just a storm. How unpresent my father has been. Today was just unnecessarily….

A lot.

My thoughts tangle and twist fighting for the wheel before I fall asleep, but the weight of today lingers even in my unconscious body.

The smell of bacon pulls me from sleep.

For a moment, everything feels warm safe. Morning light pours through the kitchen windows, golden and soft, casting long shadows across the tile floor. My dad is at the stove, humming low and off-key as he flips pancakes. He’s wearing the flannel he always wears when he’s actually home for breakfast.

I rub my eyes, blinking against the brightness. “You’re up early,” I say, sliding into the seat across from him.

He chuckles, setting a plate in front of me. “Could say the same for you.”

I smile, even though something in me feels off. Like I’m watching a memory through a window instead of living it.

“So..” I said awkwardly using my fork to play with the food on my plate “how was patrol” I ask as I watch him walk from my seat to the stove as he makes his own plate

“It was,” he paused “fine.” He said uncertainty dry as he pours himself a cup of coffee

He stiffens, barely but just enough I could catch it. His smile fades. “Quiet night,” he says quickly. “Nothing to worry about.”

I tilt my head, chewing slowly. “You sure? You’ve been coming home later and later.” I ask watching his every move, something seems… off.

He sits across from me now, mug in hand and the news paper in the other. His eyes are unusually sharp, and cold as he looks at me above the paper in his hand. “You don’t need to worry about where I am, Y/N. I’m always where I need to be.” A soft grin creeping upon his face, it seems so.. fake

His voice is calm, but it’s wrong. There’s something artificial about it. Something almost uncanny.

I laugh nervously, trying to shake it off. “Okay, creepy much?”

He doesn’t laugh back.

I quickly look down at my plate losing my appetite almost instantly. I push my plate in front of me. My gaze is being pulled to the window beside the kitchen table.

I freeze.

It’s there.

That tall, still figure, just past the tree line.

Watching.

The fork slips from my hand and clatters on the plate. My breath catches. “Dad…”

He doesn’t even turn to look.

“Dad, someone’s out there,” I whisper, standing up slowly, hand pressed to the glass.

Still, he doesn’t move. Just sips his coffee like nothing’s wrong.

I spin toward him. “Do you not see that?”

He looks up at me then, and his eyes… they’re different.

Harder. Colder. Like they’ve stopped recognizing me.

“You don’t belong here, Y/n.”

The room stills. My heart drops.

“What?”

“You never did.”

The lights flicker overhead. I back away from him as the shadows stretch longer across the floor. The windows dim. The golden sunlight fades into gray. His smile returns, but it’s too wide now. Like it’s being worn, not felt.

“Dad…” My voice cracks as I step back from the table. The whole room seems to be shrinking, warping like I’m underwater. “Stop messing around.”

But he doesn’t move. Just watches me with that hollow look in his eyes, like whatever part of him was my dad just… shut off.

“You were never supposed to stay,” he says flatly, rising from his chair so slowly it feels unnatural. “You were supposed to leave like she did.”

“What are you talking about?” I whisper, but I already feel my legs trembling.

“She didn’t belong here either. The tide always pulls its own back eventually.” His voice echoes now, somehow both quiet and booming, like it’s vibrating from the walls. “the water always remembers.”

Suddenly, the lights flicker once more, then go out.

Complete darkness.

I scream, stumbling backward, heart racing. I try to find the doorway, any door, but the floor beneath my feet squelches.

Wet.

A fast, icy flood of water sweeps across the tiles, soaking through my socks. The air turns thick and salty like the ocean. I cover my mouth as water begins dripping from the ceiling, seeping through the walls. The house groans like it’s drowning.

“No, no, no, Dad!” I spin around but he’s no longer at the table.

I turn to the hallway to see it there just standing, staring at me pulling me in.

“What are you” I shout trying not to panic as the water rises. “What are you doing here”

“You belong with me,” it says calmly.

“What?”

“In time.” It’s voice distorts echoing inside my head and soul like it’s no longer a voice at all. “You’ll be where you truly belong.”

The water crashes into me from nowhere, an invisible wave knocking the breath out of my lungs.

I’m sinking. I can’t breathe. I can’t see. Everything’s cold.

“Wake up, y/n”

“Wake up”

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BENEATH THE SILENCE

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BENEATH THE SILENCE

Chapter 3, word count: 2.5k

Summery: Rain, silence, and a wolf in the woods stir old magic and new tension between Y/N and Jacob with a weight they can’t quite shake. The night ends messy but maybe that’s how it has to be…

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Miles Between Us…

The ride back was quiet.

The kind of quiet that only comes after a conversation you’re still trying to forget.

Jacob drove with one hand on the wheel, the other tapping against his knee to a song we both knew. It took everything in me not to hum along to the song playing in his head.

The trees blurred by the windows, tall and dark, brushing against the dark evening sky.

The rain picked up.

Not heavy. Just steady enough to make the windshield wipers groan every few seconds.

Well, this is awkward.

I cannot stop thinking about earlier. I turned to look at him, his eyes are on the road. Focused. I can’t tell if he’s still upset or not and now I’m too afraid to crack a joke. So, I kept my eyes out the window.

As we turned onto the narrow road that hugged the forest, I saw something between the trees.

“Jay..” I sat up straighter than before, squinting through the foggy glass. “Did you see that?”

He didn’t answer at first. But he saw it too.

A wolf.

Massive. Still. Watching us from just inside the tree line. Its fur was dark and matted from the rain, its eyes reflecting the last sliver of light from the disappearing sun.

Neither of us spoke.

The wolf didn’t move. It just stood there. Like it had been waiting. Waiting for us. Watching.

“Holy shit…” I whispered. “That can’t be normal.”

Jacob tightened his grip on the steering wheel. “It’s just an animal.” He started to speed up.

“On steroids maybe.”

I sat on my knees pressing my face to the window right before we passed it, astonished by what I’m seeing. “No way… we were just talking about this earlier.”

Well, I’ll be damned.

“That has to be a werewolf,” I said with a grin, excitement written over my face, my voice laced with sarcasm. I shifted, folding one leg underneath me and letting the other hang over the edge of the seat. “I guess I’ll give it to you,” I added, “werewolves are real,” still pretending I had the upper hand.

Yet inside, I still feel like shit. The second the words left my mouth, I regretted them.

He hadn’t even said anything yet, and here I was already brushing it off like it was a joke, like I always do when something feels too big to believe in. Just like earlier.

I don’t know exactly when I stopped believing in all of it. I know it wasn’t a sudden thing. Just little pieces of magic fading, bit by bit, until one day the world felt heavier. Every time I try to trace it back, it always leads to the same memory.

Bella’s mom had caught us in the backyard pretending to be vampires and werewolves.

We’d been up late the night before listening to stories around the fire with Jacob and his dad, he told us about the pale faces and their own ancestors. I remember we stayed up all night retelling the stories under the blanket with flashlights. Our heads still spinning with magic and wonder the next day we decided to recreate them.

We had absolutely ruined our clothes covering them in mud and moss trying our best to bring our imagination to life. Pretending to be all that we heard, all that we believed in. We hid behind trees and chased each other with sticks. Screaming at the top of our lungs, just happy to be alive and together.

But to her mom, it wasn’t cute. It wasn’t harmless. It was destructive.

She grabbed my wrist so tight it left marks on my skin as she dragged me inside. She told me to stop ‘being immature.’ Said I was turning Bella into some rebellious little monster, she said I needed to grow up before I tainted her. I still remember to this day what she said to me.

“You’re turning her into something she’s not. She’s not like you. You’re ruining her.”

She made it sound like I was some sort of infection.

I was only five.

I don’t think I ever forgot the way her voice cracked when she said it. She acted like I’d broken something in Bella just by believing in the make believe. It’s not like it could be real anyway. I realize that now.

Ever since that day, anything magical started to feel… foolish. Childish and stupid, embarrassing, even. I kept pretending I didn’t care. I trained myself to roll my eyes at the stories I used to love. I shut down the parts of me that still lit up at the mention of them. Pretending it was all below me.

Because growing up meant being realistic. And being realistic meant never being that girl again.

I still remember how my heart sank, how small I felt standing there with dirt on my palms and scrapped knees, trying to figure out what I’d done wrong. My tears falling turning my dirt disguise into mud.

She made it sound like wanting adventure was something dangerous. Like imagining more from the world was wrong. She made it seem like make-believe was bad, like wonder was something we should grow out of. I stopped believing the unbelievable.

From that day on, wonder became weakness.

And I stopped letting myself reach for anything that didn’t have both feet on the ground. I shut down anything that wasn’t real, because if I know it’s real, it can’t hurt me and believing in it won’t make me stupid.

After that, I started keeping my stories to myself. I stopped looking for shapes in the clouds or signs in the wind. I even started to shut Bella down when she tried to play make-believe with me.

I told myself it was just a part of growing up. Because pretending got me punished and believing got me left behind.

But now, sitting in this truck, thinking about what we saw… I feel that old wonder pushing through the cracks again. It kinda breaks my heart knowing I shut it out for so long. And it scares the hell out of me. But a part of me feels like it’s coming home.

As we passed the wolf I turned my body towards it, like it was pulling me in same way a magnet would.

I let a long pause stretch between us, and this time, I didn’t try to fill it with anything clever.

Instead, almost like a confession I spoke. “What if it’s actually real?” I muttered quietly as I turned to look at him moving as slow as I can like I didn’t want to scare the thought away.

He didn’t answer right away. Just kept his eyes on the road, jaw clenched. “Right… because last time I checked I was ridiculous for even entertaining the thought that those stories could be real,” he said, barely above a whisper.

I wasn’t sure what threw me off more, the abnormally humongous wolf in the woods, or the way Jacob refused to look at me when I said it.

I studied his face for a moment, trying to understand what he’s thinking.

“Maybe I do believe in them like you do,” I replied before looking down, guilt eating me alive. “I mean… I want to.” I added softer than before.

He let out a short breath. Half laugh, half sigh as he shook his head ever so slightly.

“You made it pretty clear back there that you think it was all some kind of joke.”

“I mean, it would be cool if it was real, things would more exciting” I said exhaling a laugh out my nose, I turned to look at him roll his eyes.

I looked out the window, regret chewing at me.

“I’m being serious, Jacob, I just-” I murmured.

“No, you’re not,” he snapped, eyes still on the road. “You don’t get to mock it and then suddenly decide you believe in it because it looked cool for five seconds.”

I flinched.

“I wasn’t mocking you, Jacob,” I snapped back. “You don’t understand, I just thought we were jo—”

“You always think we’re joking,” he cut me off, voice rough and stern. “I know we joke around a lot but you act like you’re too smart for all of it.” He sighed leaning his head back against his seat. “Yeah, well, guess what y/n, some of us don’t get the luxury of pretending everything’s just a fairy tale.”

“What are you talking about?” I snapped turning to look at him, his expression angry and hurt.

“Y/n,” he said sharply, “just forget about it.”

The silence between us returned. Heavier this time.

But I didn’t say anything. I just angrily nodded and looked back out the window, toward the trees, toward whatever might still be waiting to be believed in.

The rest of the drive is quiet, too quiet. Jacob keeps one hand on the wheel, the other draped out the open window, the rain water runs down his forearm as his fingers still tap the same restless rhythm from earlier. The rain started falling harder now, blurring the yellow lines in the middle of this empty road. Even with the downpour beating against the roof, it’s not enough to drown out the silence between us. It hangs heavy, louder than anything, louder than my thoughts and the question that still hangs over my head. What was he talking about?

I shift in my seat, suddenly hyper-aware of every second ticking by, each one dragging like we’re driving through molasses. I hate molasses. I swear every minute adds 28 miles to this cursed road. I can’t even relax as the rain picks up starting to flood the road. I sneak a glance at him, trying to read his expression. He’s not angry anymore. Just… quiet. Still.

When we pull into my driveway, he doesn’t reach to turn off the engine. He just stares ahead, jaw working like he’s chewing on words he doesn’t know how to say.

“You don’t have to walk me in,” I say, trying to sound lighter than I feel. “I can survive the ten steps to my door.” I grabbed my bag beside me and put my shoes back on.

He finally turns to look at me. His expression is unreadable. Heavy raindrops fall on the windshield racing down before the windshield wipers end their race.

“I just-” he starts, then shakes his head. “Never mind.” He grips the steering wheel.

“No, say it,” I said quickly, almost like if I didn’t speak up fast enough, he would forget what he was going to say.. what’s been on his mind the whole ride here.

He hesitates, then sighs. “I don’t like ending the day like this. With us… weird.”

A part of me softens, but I hold my ground. “Then maybe don’t blow up on me next time I say something you don’t like.”

His brows knit together. “I didn’t blow up.”

“You kind of did,” I say quietly, fiddling with the strap of my bag. “At La Push. You pushed that whole conversation on me. About the wind, the silence, the storm whatever the hell it was. I tried to move on, but you wouldn’t let it go.”

“I don’t know what happened that day,” I said even unsure of myself, “but the way you were talking to me made it seem like you were blaming me for it which is weird because you know I’m not capable of something like that… neither of us are.”

“And now you’re mad at me because…?” he finishes, voice low waiting for me to explain myself.

“I’m not mad I’m just irritated,” my voice calm but the feeling inside me is far from it. “I mean, when I brought up the wolf, I know we both saw you shut me down. Why do you get to push me for answers and I can’t ask questions without you turning into Fort Knox?”

My voice begins to crack. “Why do you get to ask all the hard questions and then act like mine are too much?”

Jacob looks down at the steering wheel, jaw tightening. “It’s different.”

“How?” I asked frustratedly.

He doesn’t answer. Instead, he looks at me again, eyes suddenly stormy of something I can’t name no matter how hard I try. “Y/n, you know I didn’t mean it..”

“Actually I don’t know, Jacob,” I snap, the words sharper than I intended. “Because you won’t even tell me what you did mean.”

My voice softens, but the ache inside sharpens. “What’s going on with you, Jay?” I ask, voice soft but stern. “You like completely flipped a switch on me today. And like I said I thought we were joking at La Push till you got all up in my face.”

My mind starts to race just as fast as my heart is. “One second we’re joking, like we always do, and the next you’re acting like I crossed some line I didn’t even know existed.”

I can feel my throat tightening, heart racing even faster than before, but I push through it. “And yeah, maybe I push too far sometimes. I know that. But that’s just… how we are.” I lean forward trying to meet his gaze but he looked down, avoiding mine.

“That’s how we’ve always been. I tease you, you tease me.” As I spoke he began to frustratedly grin and shake his head. “Shit, you do it even more than I do,” I said mirroring his attitude. No matter how hard I try to pretend this isn’t bothering me I start to feel my eyes water out of pure frustration. “So how am I supposed to know when suddenly none of it’s okay anymore?”

I let out a shaky breath, trying to keep it together blinking away the tears welling up in my eyes. “I’m not a mind reader, Jay. If you don’t tell me what you’re feeling and thinking before you blow up, how am I supposed to understand?”

God, I need to shut up. He’s not even listening.

I stopped talking. I’m just digging myself into a deeper hole. He stopped listening to me five minutes ago anyway. I sighed looking down. This is the first serious argument we’ve had. Why now? My mind wonders as I replay the whole day in my head picking apart the smallest things trying to find when it all went south.

“And I’m sorry if I was being an ass. I didn’t mean to make things worse. I was just… confused. And maybe I was hiding behind the jokes because if I actually said what I felt-” I stopped myself from finishing, biting the inside of my cheek. No. Not now.

He doesn’t respond. Just shakes his head and reaches for the gear shift. “Get inside, okay?”

I step out, but I linger by the door letting the rain pour down on me. I want to say something but I stop myself. “Whatever,” I mumbled under my breath as I roughly shut the door.

Our eyes met through the cracked passenger window. “Goodnight,” he said just above a whisper, like that was his way of apologizing.

I nodded slow and annoyed as I took a step back from the door.

The truck pulls away, as I stand in the fading light watching the red taillights disappear around the curve of my street. I don’t know what it is, but the whole reason we had this argument has to be because of something much deeper than whatever the hell that was.

The porch light’s on when I make my way to the door. That’s Dad’s way of saying he’s out working late. Again.

Inside, the house is empty. My dad’s probably still at the station, most likely won’t be home until well after midnight. I throw my bag on the couch angrily and make my way to the kitchen, to make something to eat.

“Whatever.”

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BENEATH THE SILENCE

Chapter 2, word count: 2.6k

Summery: Spending the long summer days at La Push y/n and Jacob talk about senior year coming up while reminiscing on what once was. Jacob breaks the silence with a question that wouldn’t leave things the same between them.

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Where the silence begins …

The summers at Forks always felt longer than they truly were, especially when you were surrounded by the right people. I spent most of my days at La Push or the treehouse my father had built for me and my sister. Or anywhere you’d find Jacob, he’d follow me like my own shadow.

Jacob skips a rock across the water for the third time in a row, grinning like hes won some world record. I’m right beside him, watching the sand fall in between the cracks of my fingers, letting the silence between us breathe.

“You’re absolutely horrible at skipping rocks,” I said without looking at him, just hearing his failed attempts was enough to make me smile and shake my head.

“You still suck at compliments,” he shoots back, throwing sand in my direction.

I roll my eyes, but the smile painted across my face betrays me, like muscle memory. Proof that he still gets to me. It’s always been like this. Jokes that skim the surface of something heavier, something we’ve never dared to name. Not out loud. Not even to ourselves.

“I still can’t believe we’re gonna be seniors,” I say with a sigh, tilting my head back.

He exhales a laugh through his nose. “I know. It’s crazy,” he had stood up and walked towards me throwing himself down on the towel I’ve been sitting on “It feels like just yesterday we were digging holes to trap each other in.” he said as he laid down next to me, resting his head on his folded hands behind him.

“You mean you were digging holes. I was building fairy gardens.” I said with a chuckle as I turned to look at him, he’s absolutely unbelievable.

“Yeah what ever” He gives me a look. “If that’s the case then how come I magically fell into every single one of them”

“Because you never looked where you were going,” I tease, proudly sticking up for six-year-old me like she was still out here living her best life. “Not that it mattered” a cheeky grin grew across my face “you would’ve fallen in either way.” I toss a rock toward the ocean, where it flops into the water with zero grace.

He pauses, gears clearly turning trying to out sass me but nothing comes out. “Yeah… guess I’ll give you that one,” he mutters, like it physically pains him to admit it.

His voice softens, like that memory’s sacred. I glance over. He’s not smiling as wide anymore.

“You know,” he says after a second. “Im glad we grew up together.”

“Yeah, me too.” I rest my head on my arms, hugging my knees to my chest. “We were absolute idiots.” I watching the waves with a reminiscent smile

“We were weird kids, huh?” he says.

“But we were happy,” I reply, a little too quickly.

Another silence, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. If anything it was comforting. Comfortable enough to sit in thought.

“You know.. I still think about the stories,” I admit like it’s childish, barely above a whisper, almost like saying it too loud could wake them.

“Do you ever think about them?” I ask. “The conspiracies and folk tales.”

“All the time,” he admits. “I mean we grew up hearing them…” he pauses with a grin. I can already tell whatever he’s going to say will be sarcastic. “Come on y/n, half of them are about my tribe. It’d be kinda wild if I didn’t believe in my own ancestors. Plus do you really think I’d pass up the chance to be the mysterious guy with a legendary past?” He said in a tone you only hear in ads when they’re trying to buy you the newest flashy thing out there.

“Mcht,” I suck my teeth with a smile as I roll my eyes shaking my head “whatever Jacob” i lean into him shoving his shoulder.

He rubs his shoulder like I truly hurt him. “Ouch y/n that really stung” he sarcastically said while leaning back on his elbows looking me up and down playfully offended before staring up at the cotton-streaked sky.

“Can I ask you something?” he murmured after a moment of silence.

I nod in compliance unsure of whats next. I readjust myself, facing him as I sit criss cross. He doesn’t move. He still lays there leaning on his elbows facing the ocean.

“Do you remember the day you broke your leg.” he asked softly almost as if he was trying to keep this conversation hidden from the world.

“Of course I do” I exhaled through my nose. “How could I forget something like that,” I say with a chuckle “it hurt like hell”

Jacob grinned rolled his eyes “But do you remember what happened?” he asked like I could read his mind.

I glanced at him sideways, trying my best not to glare at him. “You mean the part where you dared me to jump out the tree house and I snapped my leg in half trying to impress you?” I scoffed chuckling shaking my head as I remembered the sheer panic on his face after I fell. “I still remember the look on your face when you saw my leg. I’m surprised you managed to carry me from the tree house all the way to my dad’s” I looked down with a sly smile questioning how he did it.

He winces, laughing under his breath “In my defense I told you to jump off the ladder not the tree house itself” he said shaking his head. A grin tugging the corner of his mouth “I’ll take the compliment though”

“Gravity had other plans” I said under my breath throwing an handful of sand in front of me. “and that wasn’t a compliment either” I said dryly looking at him sideways.

He smiles, but it barley reaches his eyes. A wave of silence washed over us taking the rest of his smile with it. “Y/n, I’m being serious” he said with an unreadable chuckle. I couldn’t tell if he was joking or not.

I felt his eyes on me. I keep mine on the shore.

A hush of wind slipped through the evening air, brushing strands of hair across my face like a gentle warning. I couldn’t bring myself to meet his eyes, so I let mine follow the birds instead, watching them land into the cold dark salty water.

“After you screamed I swear the whole forest went silent” he said using his hands to sit up now.

“I mean” I dragged my words “most of the time after a loud noise everything goes silent.” I said in a matter of fact tone while I drew in the sand next to me. The silence between us was too much to bear. “It’s called physics, not magic” I turned to look at him. He didn’t find that funny.

“And the wind,” he said softer than before completely disregarding what I said. He then rested his elbows on his knees, using his hands to hold his head like it was spinning “I swear if circled around us,” he turns to me with a straight face “like actually circled us”

I shook my head and laughed underneath my breath “You sound like such an idiot” I threw a handful of sand his way “we were kids Jacob” I softly say as I shake my head “kids under a lot of stress”

“I’m being serious, idiot” he said returning my insult as he dusted the sand off of his shirt “it came out of no where and left just as fast” he hesitates “I mean it couldn’t have been a coincidence y/n”

I sigh and shook my head like this conversation is beneath me “you thought you could see in the dark when you were younger,” I turn to him “hell you thought that you could breath underwater,” I softly grin “remember how that ended?” I mumbled under my breath grinning as I turned my gaze back to the sand I was drawing in.

He pushes me over with no hesitation “Whatever y/n” he let out a breathless laugh “I know what you’re doing and it isn’t working”

I pushed myself upright, brushing the cold sand from my arms like it could somehow clear the tension between us. Words tumbled to the edge of my tongue desperate, clumsy and defensive. “You’re only mad because you know I’m ri-“

“We both know it happened and I’m tired of pretending it didn’t” he cut me off.

Silence.

“I’m not saying you did it or anything,” he said softer than before “I’m just saying it’s weird that things like that only happen when I’m around you”

I don’t answer right away. My throat tightens in the way it does when the truth is too heavy to say out loud. I probably get that from my dad.

I sat there frozen, like the truth had finally caught up to me. Maybe it wasn’t just fairy tales or boredom painting the world in magic. Maybe it was always there, and I was the one who chose not to see it. I exhale a pathetic chuckle though my nose.

God I sound ridiculous

The sharp breeze picks up catching strands of my hair blowing them into my face. I just sat there letting them tangle there like my thoughts.

“Why are you bringing this up now” I quietly ask as I watched a cloud cover up the sun.

He shrugs “I don’t know” he looked to his side.

He knows.

“I mean..” after a pause he turned to the sea “we’re much older now and it seems like the older we get the more the weird stuff feels less..” he paused “weird, and more real” He leans back on his elbows eyes looking up to the sky, “I think there’s more to you than you want to believe”

I let out a long, tired dramatic sigh. “Jacob…”

He’s already looking at me like he expects me to say something life-altering, but I don’t have the energy for it anymore. This conversation is beyond stupid.

The silence hangs heavy, like it’s waiting for me to take it seriously.

I smile.

“Oh, yeah right?” I say with a dry laugh, throwing up my hands sarcasm dripping from every word. “Unicorns are real, vampires live in the woods, werewolves live in my backyard, oh and the tooth fairy is real” I nod my head preaching at him in a condescending tone.

“What?” He snaps, not angry but something close to it

I shake my head, smirking “Come on, J. We were just kids with too much imagination and a whole forest to get lost in.” I said as I stood up dusting the sand off my jeans. He has to be kidding me.

“You sound ridiculous, It was just a storm,” I said clearly over the conversation. I stretched my arms like it would rid of his idiotic statement. I leaned into my stance placing my hands in the back pockets of my jeans. “stop pretending it was more than what it truly was.”

I laugh but there’s no emotion tied to it. I can almost see when he goes from whatever that was to genuinely upset. He definitely didn’t find anything I said funny.

“You know,” he said as he stood up too “You can keep pretending it was just a storm” he said still watching me almost like he pitied me. “But I was there, and I know for a fact…” his voice dropped, soft but firm as he tilted his head down just enough to meet my gaze “….that it wasn’t a damn storm”

I stood there stunned, watching him watch me. Why is he so sure? What does he know that I don’t? Why did he take my jokes so personally? How come he didn’t even let a sly chuckle slip? My jokes cant be that bad.

I leaned my head back as my brows furrowed in his face dismissing the thought before it consumed me. I mean we were just joking right…? I grabbed the towel and started dusting the sand off of it as Embry and Quil call for him in the distance.

He looks me up and down one last time before jogging their way. I don’t know why he got so upset. All I know is I hate when we get into arguments that feel so much bigger than either of us are ready to admit. Especially over something like this. I hate to say it but he overreacted a little bit more than I anticipated.

I don’t know what he told them, but it was quick. And just like that, he was running back towards me again just as I loaded the last of our things into the back of his old red Chevrolet.

I raised my hand as I felt a soft drizzle of rain brush against my bare shoulder. Great. It’s raining now. I tried my best to let our argument slide off me like the raindrops did, how gracefully they slid off my shoulder with such ease. But my thoughts were too loud.

Then there’s Jacob catching his breath right beside me, hands on his knees grinning like nothing ever happened. He looks up at me. Eyes softer than the sunset and his smile as bright as the sun. I shake my head and softly smile, he’s so infuriating.

He paused like he’s about to say something else. But he doesn’t.

Instead, he turned and ran to the shore, grabbing a flat rock and tossing it into the water. It skips twice, then sinks.

“Still got it,” he smirks.

And just like that, this moment drifted away

but not completely.

Because the ocean remembers.

And so do we.

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BENEATH THE SILENCE

My life in a box ..

Chapter 1, word count; 1,074

Summery: Born from silence, y/n grew up in the shadow of scandal. With her sister Bella gone, she found comfort in Jacob. Now, as she gets older the past is begins to stir.

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Everyone in this town knows the story.

Not to brag, but I was infamous before I could walk. Picture this: the Chief of Police has an affair that shatters his picture-perfect family. His wife files for divorce and takes their seven year old daughter with her leaving behind her ex husband and the living reminder why everything that went wrong.

That reminder was me.

In Forks, no secret stays buried. I’d be shocked if there was something I didn’t know about this town or the people in it. I was a story that small towns love to whisper about. Anything to add spice to their dull Thursday afternoons at the only diner in town.

They say it happened late one stormy night. He was on patrol when he saw a woman stranded by the roadside near the beach, with a flat tire. He should’ve kept driving. Nonetheless he took her to the cabin she stayed at nestled between the trees and the tide. That’s when the story stops and the conspiracies start.

One thing led to another… and here I am.

I still visit the cabin sometimes.

It’s collapsing in on itself now, left to rot like the memory of her.

About a year later I arrived, not at his doorstep but at his desk, in his office. A box big enough to fit my whole life in. She left me nothing but a blanket a photo, necklace and a letter. I was barely a month younger than Bella. When I’m sitting alone in my thoughts I always wonder what he felt like when he opened that box. Shock. Guilt. Anger. Sadness. Maybe even awe. I’ll never get an honest answer, yet I do know what he did next.

Tried to explain the unexplainable.

His wife was still healing from her own pregnancy when he told her. She broke into pieces. Completely shut down, according to him. Yet she still stayed. For a while. About two years they covered up his ugly truth with a swallowable lie. He told people that I was a distant relatives child that needed somewhere to stay while my actual parents get back on their feet. Everything looked perfect… until you got close enough to see the truth.

Me and Bella were too young to see it. We didn’t understand the weight of our situation, all we knew were play dates, staying up late, bedtime stories and matching socks. We were inseparable. We did everything together. It was us against the world, and sometimes Jacob if he was lucky enough to convince us to play with him. I feel like we were too close for her mother to bear. It grew more difficult for her as we aged.

I remember I’d catch her staring at me. Like I was a monster. A monster that reflected her husbands mistakes. No matter how hard she tried to love me, forgiveness is hard to hold especially when you have to tuck the truth into bed every night.

But you can’t live with a lie forever, so by the time we were seven she left, and took Bella with her.

She dropped Bella and me off at Jacob’s, like it was just another ordinary day, that was the cruelest part about it all. When she came back, all of Bella’s things were packed into the car. On the ride back home, she mentioned they’d be leaving for a while, but we were too busy playing in the back seat to understand what that meant. Then the car slowed before coming to a complete stop. She dropped me off at the doorstep of the house we all used to call home.

I remember how Bella’s screamed when she realized I wouldn’t be coming with her.

She fought like her life depended on it.

Kicking. Screaming. Clawing at her mother’s arms as if leaving me behind was a kind of death, like she was being stolen. In a way, she truly was. I just stood there, frozen on the porch, too stunned to cry and too young to fight for what I was losing. She was the only person who ever made this life feel less lonely and I watched her get ripped away from me. She left me at the doorstep of the house we all once shared and drove away with everything that ever made it feel like home. And as the car disappeared down the road, so did the last place my heart had ever felt like it belonged.

From that day on Dad raised me with the help of Billy Black.

He relied on him more than he likes to admit. While my dad was working long shifts I stayed with Billy. And Jacob? He was my partner in crime. My friend. My safe space. Sometimes I’d spend days at Billy’s house due to my dads job. There was never a dull moment spent with the Blacks.

We were a handful of trouble.

I didn’t have a single pair of pants without scraped knees and dirt stains all over them. The long days we’d spend at La Push or the nights we’d spend sitting around the fire. Listening to stories and laughing our heads off. It was us against the world. My life without Bella was quiet, and my house never felt like a home after she left. But my days were never lonely with Jacob by my side. And far from quiet.

Somehow he always knew when I was upset or, when something was on my mind. I never questioned it, we were both on the same wavelength for as long as I can remember. We used to pretend that all the stories we heard were true. Vampires, werewolf’s, the supernatural.

I know it sounds ridiculous now, but sometimes the wind would shift when I cried, and flowers seemed to bloom a little brighter when I touched them. He noticed too. He never said a word, just gave me this look like he already understood. But we were just kids playing pretend, turning strange little things into magic because it made the world feel softer.

Day by day a piece of me healed each time I’d find myself with Jacob. I chased anything that helped me forget I didn’t belong. Throwing myself into anything that made the ache quieter and every time I looked up, he was there, a breath away. Jacob was the soft place I landed when the world reminded me I didn’t quite belong.

Even when we fought, and when the world fell apart around me, he was the one thing that didn’t. It was hard knowing I was the reason my father’s life broke in half but it was harder not having mine.

I wish I could describe her. I never knew her. My mother. She’s just a face in my pathetic story. A mystery that gave me life and vanished before I ever learned her name. But sometimes when the night goes still and the tide mirrors the moon just right, I feel something stir within me. Something I cant name. Maybe it’s her, but I doubt it.

The waves crash in gentle rhythms now, softer than the noise in my head. Salt clings to my curly hair and the hem of my jeans, but I don’t mind. It feels like home.

[nyazwrld]

BENEATH THE SILENCE

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Beneath the silence is a fan fic series I created inspired by the Twilight saga and the song Night call by Kavinsky. I cannot find it within me to obsess over something normally without pouring my all into it. So in result of my current obsession this fan fic was born. If you’re anything like me i loveeee a good plot and story line with a sprinkle of freakyness #needdat and dont get me started on a good slow burn !! I hope this fic finds you well !! p.s. this is my first time writing one so please be kind and bear with me also idk how to use tumblr #sos

What to expect !!

slow burn angst

childhood friends to lovers

betrayal, longing, & healing

supernatural mystery

emotional/physical tension

fluff/smut

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1. My life in a box.

2. Where the silence begins.

3. Miles between us.

4. A Storm Is Coming.

5. Loading…

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making my posts look cute vs writing it, and yall (literally nobody at all) in the middle of it all

Almost four chapters in and im still decorating the first one🫩

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My name is nya, im 18, and im currently obsessed with twilight. Sooooo this is my personal blog to dump all my thoughts ideas and obsessions!

i am tooooo damn lazy to make this any cuter than it is and don't get me STARTED on the gradient thingy. it looks cute till your an hour deep into hacking the freaking system.

Mind you I have no clue how to use tumblr so bear with me.

ALSOOO if you have any recommendations or want me to do little one shots in between chapters lmk !!

So far I have started one fic which it is .. drumroll pls

BENEATH THE SILENCE

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