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TW — MENTIONS OF SELF HARM !

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     𓏲 ࣪₊♡𓂃 IT BEGAN TO RAIN, her chestnut brown hair clung to her reddened face — her hands, legs and feet were all numb from the cold and to make matters worse, she wasn't wearing a jacket... In addition, she'd figured out that halfway through her walk, she'd left her backpack in Bella's truck which had her phone inside. Yikes.

It wasn't the worst night of her life, but she'd definitely had better ones... But, maybe she was speaking too soon.

Sophie wrapped her arms around her torso, having already eaten her muffin and she shivered, dragging her feet along the wet pathway by the long road. It was dark now, her only light source being the moon hanging overhead, one singular thing she was much obliged to.

Her eyes were fixated on the concrete soaked in rain, watching as the droplets splattered satisfyingly and the way her shoes squashed the ripples as if they were nothing, putting them out of their misery. That was something she wished she could do to her brain, to just squash it like a grape every time the world felt like too much.

Just as she lifted her hand to brush a wet strand of her hair away from her face, a rumbling, almost buzzing sound of a motorcycle sounded behind her. She turned her head over her shoulder to look at the source of the sound, the bright light shining in her eyes.

And... as the motorcycle got closer, slowing down with every second, the light moved away from her eyes and she just about made out the outlining of Jacob Black. She quickly turned, her eyes wide, "Shit." She muttered to herself, attempting to speed up her pace but her feet were just too numb and Jacob's motorcycle was just too fast.

"Soph! Slow down!" Jacob called out, revving his bike to catch her attention and she huffed, squeezing her eyes shut with defeat. With another shiver, she turned, stopping in the middle of the path and he stopped his bike just beside her, his eyes trailing over her shivering frame. His heart ached at the sight of her... but in that moment — and every other moment after he'd imprinted — she looked like the most beautiful girl he'd ever seen under the bright moonlight.

The brunette's hair was darker when it was wet and it brought her beautiful green eyes to light under the moon, only helping him appreciate them more. Her mom jeans were just a tad too long, the back falling over her sneakers and into the wet puddle behind her. The hoodie she was clad in was light grey earlier that day, but now, it was a much darker shade as she wrapped her arms around herself in hopes to shield herself from the cold.

"Let me guess, Emily told you I ran off?" Sophie raised a brow, her teeth chattering and he rolled his eyes, mentally cursing himself for not bringing a jacket for her.

"Yeah... Why else would I be out here without a helmet? I sped out as soon as I heard you were out here in the rain on your own." He explained with a shrug, his dark eyes filled pure concern as he searched her expression, waiting eagerly for a response. It wasn't as if he needed a helmet, but he should've remembered she did need one, he was in too much of a rush to think anything through.

"Oh..." Sophie whispered, yet loud enough for him to hear and he furrowed his brows, unsure. She looked up at the sky momentarily, trying to find the words to say but her face was too cold to think, to speak, she was shivering all too much and it was jumbling up her brain in ways you wouldn't think was possible for a witch.

"Sophie." He spoke up, bringing her attention back to him and she rubbed her arms, looking over at him to see him patting the back of his seat, "I'll take you home, come on." He nodded his head, gesturing for her to get on but... expectedly, she shook her head, turning away once more to avoid his gaze.

"No, that's okay. It isn't too far of a walk." She blinked a few times, pushing her feet along the sidewalk again as rain splattered down onto the crown of her head and she sniffled, feeling a fever coming on.

Jacob let out a sigh and started up his engine again, rolling forwards after Sophie and he began to drive slowly beside her as she walked, "Sophie, it's a thirty minute walk. Don't be stubborn." He pleaded, driving forwards just a tad as she continued to walk.

"Just leave me, I'll be fine." Sophie insisted, her voice raised just a tad so he was able to hear her over the loud rain and the sound of his bike. She lifted her hand, wiping her nose with the sleeve of her hoodie as she sniffled for the fifth time and he watched, feeling his heart rip in half.

He remembered a time when Sophie St. James would've jumped straight onto the back of his motorcycle as soon as he asked, he remembered a time where she'd say yes to his every request. Now, he'd fucked up... and he couldn't despise himself more for letting his best—friend just slip from his fingertips.

"I'm sorry, Sophie. I'm trying to make it up to you, to show you how much I love you, so please... Let me make it up to you?" He begged, if he could get down on his knees before her, he would, he'd do anything for her forgiveness, just to see her smile at him again, just to get her warm again.

She stopped, looking up at the moon through the pouring rain for just a moment, thinking it over. It wouldn't hurt, right?

Sophie huffed as she spun her body around towards him, dragging her numb feet onto the road reluctantly and he shuffled over, holding his hand out with a smile. She hesitantly took his wet hand with her own soaking, trembling hand and his eyes widened as he helped her onto the back of his motorcycle.

"Jesus, Soph. Your hands are freezing." He spoke with extreme concern laced in his voice and he restarted the engine once she was safe. He furrowed his brows, noticing how she refused to touch him, shivering profusely, "You're gonna get seriously sick. Forget you hate me for just a moment?"

She looked up from the flooded concrete to the side of his face and she gulped, her mind running with unwanted nerves. But, she found herself inching forwards, her hands touching his soaked grey thin shirt and they curled around his torso, stiff and still shaking uncontrollably.

Her eyes closed as he began to drive down the road in the rain, which poured down on them through the night sky. Jacob realised how stiff her hands were and he took one of his hands from one of the handle bars, placing it on her hands in hopes to not only warm them up, but to relax them.

Slowly, her hands began to relax due to his hot body temperature, her body's numbness became less severe and she finally began to feel her legs again, along with her face and her feet.

"Just relax." He muttered, leaning his head back so she'd hear him, his eyes still fixed on the road and she reluctantly nodded, shuffling her body closer to his. She rested her head on his back, watching peacefully as the trees flew by cinematically — she felt like she was in a movie, it felt so unrealistic, everything in her life felt that way recently.

The drive felt long yet it was only a few minutes and he pulled into her driveway, turning off the engine. The rain had stopped, but they were both still soaked through.

Sophie climbed off of the back of his motorcycle as soon as he stopped, giving him zero time to hold his hand out for her like he'd planned in his head, to just hold her hand one more time.

She turned to him, her hair drenched down her back, sticking to her neck and water droplets still evident on her pale, lightly—freckled skin. The moon shone down on her face just like before, the green in her eyes popping and he smiled, unable to take his eyes away from her.

"Thanks... for—"

"Don't thank me, just go inside. You don't need to force yourself to show me appreciation." Jacob told her, watching her every move with intensity, his dark eyes fixed on her green ones and she rolled her sleeves over her hands, nodding.

Sophie sniffled before she turned away, taking a step towards her house, noticing her mother watching from the window. Her mind was spinning as she took another step, feeling multiple pairs of eyes on her as she made her way towards the porch.

I don't hate you. I never hated you. And I never will. The words echoed in the back of her mind, the words she wished she has the courage to say to the boy she used to have such a huge crush on, to the boy she loved. The heartbreaking fact was... that she didn't love him as much as she did, and her huge yet little crush on him had vanished. Now, all she felt towards him was awkwardness and distance, and she wasn't sure if a silly imprint would change that.

She shook her head, the lingering negative thoughts vanishing as she opened her front door, quickly closing the door as soon as she stepped inside. The smell of food filled her nostrils, her stomach growling with hunger and she looked over into the living room just as her mother walked through the doorway.

"Why were you just riding on the back of Jacob Black's motorcycle? I thought you hated him." Corrine assumed, her coffee mug held tightly in her hands and the smell of the coffee beans lingered towards Sophie, causing her pupils to dilate in the slightest.

"I don't hate him. And, he offered me a ride home." Sophie shrugged, pushing away from the door and towards the staircase. Corrine swiftly followed her, a concerned look on her face and she placed her coffee down on the side table in the hallway.

"Hey, stop." Corrine grabbed onto her daughter's arm, pulling her backwards and Sophie spun around, tugging her arm away.

"What?" She snapped, her violent tone accidentally slipping out and she immediately regretted it, but again, she couldn't build the courage to apologise, it felt impossible, even after seeing the pained look on her mother's oh so beautiful face.

"Please, don't talk to me like that, honey. I'm just worried, I can tell something's on your mind." She expressed, crossing her arms over her chest and Sophie shuffled backwards, stepping onto the first step on the staircase.

She glanced down at her sleeves, which were rolled over her hands, before she looked back up at her mother, "Nothing's on my mind, I'm fine." The younger St. James dismissed, spinning around to walk up the stairs but as she got halfway, Corrine grabbed her arm again.

"Hey! Talk to me, please!" Corrine pleaded, flinching when Sophie flung her arm out of her grip, her sudden burst of aggression a contrast to how she usually acted. Sophie was always a kind, caring and gentle person, something Corrine always admired about her daughter, but recently, especially after the teenager had become a witch, everything had changed drastically.

"There's nothing to talk about. I'm begging you, just leave it." Sophie held her hands out, gesturing for her Mom to just back down but as she turned to walk up the rest of the stairs, Corrine just couldn't help herself.

"Sophie!" Corrine yelled, raising her voice for the first time in a while and just like that, it was as if it'd set something off in Sophie's mind. Every single event of that day had jumbled up into one massive ball of stress and her eyes glowed purple again like with Emily, only this time, a gush of wind blew over both of the St. James'.

A painting on the wall fell down from the impact and Corrine almost tripped over, stabilising herself on the railing with a loud gasp.

Then, just as fast as it came, it stopped and Sophie quickly glanced at her mother with watered eyes, making sure she was okay before she rushed up the rest of the steps, running into her room and slamming the door closed behind her.

The waterworks came first as she slid down her door, pulling her knees to her chest. Every single emotion, minus the positive ones, filtered through her brain like strong wind. It became too much.

Stop. Stop it. Please stop. Shut up! "Shut up!" Sophie yelled at herself, her hands punching at the sides of her head in hopes it would all just go away. But, unfortunately, the thoughts never stopped and she didn't know what to do. It was like water running from a faucet with a handle that's stuck and can't twist, she couldn't switch her brain off.

Her eyes trailed across the room, searching for something, anything. She did a one over, something glistening under the moonlight shining through her window, catching her attention and she pushed herself up off of the ground, using the door handle to help her. As soon as she was on her feet, she sped over to her desk, immediately grabbing her grandmother's journal as tears persistently continued to flow from her eyes.

The pages flapped open automatically, causing her eyes to widen and the pages stopped on a step by step explanation about how to control your mind. She furrowed her brows, the words in scribbles, barely readable.

The words read:

Step by step guide to calming myself:

1. Lavender

Carla, June 27th 1978

Sophie furrowed her brows, placing the book back down onto the desk and she turned her head slowly, sniffling in hopes that it'd calm her tears. Her watered eyes trailed over to her window and she flew over, looking down into her garden.

Of course, if Corrine had the chance, she would've taken up gardening as a hobby in a split second, as soon as they moved in. But, the constant sunless weather made it hard and Corrine's dreams of growing flowers were crushed.

The local florist in town was most definitely closed considering the time, so there was nothing she could do until morning... But, she wasn't about to get her hopes up for a solution that could possibly end up being a complete lie.

She began to sob again, lifting her hand to the side of her head, her fingertips rubbing over the forming lump from where she had punched herself. A singular tear fell down her cheek and she slowly turned, bending down to untie her laces.

Once she'd kicked her shoes off, she climbed into her bed, unbothered by the fact that her clothes were still soaked and it was almost impossible to sleep in jeans, she couldn't care less about that. It didn't take long for her to fall into a deep sleep, the only way all of her thoughts could disappear and she would finally be in peace.

@amxliewrites — 2025