Jake and I had been living in Churchill, Manitoba for a couple of days, and I have never loved a place more. Though I did love the wildlife in Forks. Nothing could compare to Churchill. Especially at night when the Northern Lights came out. I always stared at them in wonder. Like a child seeing a Christmas tree for the first time. The first time I had seen them. I had been playing a small game of catch with Jake. (At night which is perfectly normal). When the landscape around us exploded in a mirage of colors. I had immediately looked to the sky's. To see them for the first time. The sky seemed to have colors dancing across its surface. Seemingly twisting and turning between the stars. The moon I had also noticed never seemed to be so bright before. The silvery glow brightening the already beautiful colors. I would never forget it, and I know Jake wouldn't either.
While during the day Jake taught me how to fish in cold waters of Canada. Which I was learning pretty quickly. While during our free time we caught up on time that was lost between us. By taking Hikes or having snow ball fights. It was perfect and tranquil so much so that I almost forgot why I was here in the first place, but I always ended up remembering. Remembering the life I left behind. Which I didn't regret in the slightest, but I did regret leaving Charlie without so much as a goodbye, and I unconsciously thought of three others who I should have said goodbye to. Which always confused me to no end.
Though despite the confusion I always remembered their beautiful golden eyes. I remembered the way they seemed to be protective of me. Even though I had only just met them. I remembered the way they made me feel when I stared into their eyes. The feeling of warmth, and safety. Safety that I normally only felt around Jake. I don't know why I felt these things about the Denali Sister's, but all I do know is that I want that feeling back. I want the feeling of being protected and loved, but not suffocated by it. Which I had always felt when I was with Edward.
Just thinking about him made my heart ache. Not for lost love. Which I don't know if it was there in the first place. My heart ached at potentially causing him pain. For all my faults, hurting others on purpose wasn't one of them, and I hope to God it never will be. I hated myself for not being strong enough to end it sooner with Edward. I hated the fact that I had strung him along, and that I had never told him that I wasn't in love with him any more. Although I knew I would always care for Edward. I just wasn't in love with him, and I think I never was to begin with. Which caused me to always stare at the ring on my nightstand with guilt. I had never meant to harm Edward, but I knew that he wouldn't of let me leave. At least without putting up a Hell of a fight. A fight which I was sure I wouldn't have the energy to deal with. Which in the end would of caused me to give up. Like I always used to, but now if he ever did find me. Than I would put up an even bigger one.
I sighed a pressed my head against the window I was sitting next to. Jake was currently out hunting, which meant I was all alone. Which I was fine with because I was used to be alone, but everything seemed so quiet. I was used to, even in the dead of night, the faint sound of a cars, but here all I heard was the wind rustling the leaves, and the sounds of birds chirping. I turned my gaze, and swept it around the cottage. At first it had seemed barren and lifeless, but now it had both mine and Jake's personality sprinkled in. From my book shelf full of award winning books. To Jake's weights and all around sloppiness. Although I knew he tried to tone it down for my sake. Which was one of the things I loved about him.
With a sigh I got up, and stretch my limbs. I headed towards the bookshelf and picked up Wuthering Heights.I plopped down onto my bed and turned to page one.
I have just returned from a visit to my landlord—the solitary neighbour that I shall be troubled with. This is certainly a beautiful country! In all England, I do not believe that I could have fixed on a situation so completely removed from the stir of society. A perfect misanthropist's heaven: and Mr. Heathcliff and I are such a suitable pair to divide the desolation between us. A capital fellow! He little imagined how my heart warmed towards him when I beheld his black eyes withdraw so suspiciously under their brows, as I rode up, and when his fingers sheltered themselves, with a jealous resolution, still further in his waistcoat, as I announced my name.
'Mr. Heathcliff?' I said.
A nod was the answer.
'Mr. Lockwood, your new tenant, sir. I do myself the honour of calling as soon as possible after my arrival, to express the hope that I have not inconvenienced you by my perseverance in soliciting the occupation of Thrushcross Grange: I heard yesterday you had had some thoughts—'
I stopped reading when I heard a pounding at the door. Confusion swept through me like a tidal wave. I had no idea who it could be. Especially when barely anyone lived in Churchill in the first place. At first I thought I could ignore it, but that proved to be futile when the knocking became me insistent. I closed my book with a small clap, and stood up carefully. I walked towards the door, and thought about not opening it, but I realized the person would just keep knocking. I also hoped that if they wanted to harm me. They would of done so already. At least that what I really wanted to believe. So with slight hesitation. I opened the door and felt my eyes widen at the familiar golden eyes that were boring into my own brown. Said person smirked at my shocked expression.
I'm sorry that this chapter is so short. I wanted to get at least something out before I am swamped by school work. Though I promise the next chapter will be a lot longer.
Also the pairing for Jake is narrowed down between Leah and Seth.
Sorry for all the misspelled/missing words.