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  _{{ ; One day in a new town and she already found a problem.}

         _{Not a small problem like the drapes don’t go with the carpet, a large problem that involved her being drawn to death. One minute she was rearranging furniture in her bedroom and the next she was in the woods.}

   _{But she wasn’t alone. She stood in front of a large house, though it looked vacant at the moment. It was open and obviously expensive; but not inviting.}

             _{In fact it made her want to scream and run for her life, but all she could do was stare. How could such a simple home, a piece of property make her feel like only death and corpses were held inside? She was about to try her luck with the front door until she heard cracking twigs behind her, vermilion curls tossing as she turned. }}

  _{❝Hello? ——Who’s out there?❞}

             _{It is said that the loneliest moment in someone’s life is when they are watching their whole world—their relationships, their work, the life they’ve established—fall apart at the seams. It is said that the true point of self-loathing, stems from a circumstance where all is taken away from them —- and all they can do is stare.}

             _{But some make the argument that life is loneliness, despite all the opiates, despite the shrill tinsel gaiety of  ’ parties ’ with no purpose, despite the false grinning faces we all wear. And when at last you find someone to whom you feel you can pour out your soul, you stop in shock at the words you utter ——- they are so rusty, so ugly, so negligent, so paltry, so meaningless and feeble—from being kept in the small cramped dark inside you so long.}

_{———— Yes, there is joy, fulfillment and companionship—-but the loneliness of the soul in its appalling self-consciousness is horrible and overpowering.}

          _{Sometimes it’s the ambiance of vacancy and solitude that provide the most comfort to an individual lost in the depths of contingency and of greatness; being set upon a pedestal—a steeple—of either erudition, prestige, or promise was not always as great as it seems. I trust that Lydia Martin had understood this—-the notion that popularity was not all of what it is——… ’ cracked out ’  to be.}

       <sub>❝————-Woah ! ❞
   ❝Hold on, it’s alright.❞

                          ❝It’s nobody.❞
                               ❝……..❞
             ❝———-…Well, not nobody.❞

                                                 ❝It’s me.❞
                                                    ❝But.❞

                                                       ❝—My name’s Seth.❞

                                                                              ❝I won’t hurt you.❞
                                                                                 ❝——Promise ! ❞

                                                                        ❝Man, you look like you just saw a ghost ! ❞
                                                                                                        ❝……..❞

              And within a matter of moments, he’s taken the opportunity to glance at the house before them — it’s a wonder, truly — how it didn’t shatter with the incessant hailstorms that Forks experiences in the winter. 
                                       The house was made of glass after all. 

                                                            ❝———-……..❞
                 ❝….Probably because this is the Cullen’s——…uh. Territory.❞
                                      ❝……..You really shouldn’t be here.❞</sub>