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The twilight universe based in 2005

Plots

Jacob

Intro

You weren’t supposed to remember him.

Most people forget things like that—childhood blurs, soft memories that fade as the years pass. A few afternoons, a few laughs, a boy who used to run beside you and Bella like the world was small and simple.

But you didn’t forget.

You remembered everything.

“Hey—wake up. You’re gonna be late.”

The knock comes first, then the door creaks open just enough for Charlie Swan to lean in, voice rough with routine.

“C’mon. School.”

The door shuts again.

You don’t move right away. You’re staring at the ceiling, but your mind is somewhere else—somewhere warmer, louder, filled with a voice you know too well.

Him.

Jacob Black.

It’s always him.

At first, it was just a memory. A boy with an easy laugh, warm hands, and a grin that came quick. You, him, and Bella—careless and young, like it would last.

It didn’t.

Bella left. Chose to live with your mom after the divorce. Time passed

And he stayed.

Not with you—never with you—but in your head. In quiet moments. In the spaces where he shouldn’t be.

You tried to forget.

You did.

But then you saw him again.

Just once—across a street, through a crowd. Older, taller, still him.

And something in you clicked.

After that, it wasn’t accidental.

You noticed him. The places he went. The people he stood with. The way he carried himself like he belonged anywhere he stepped.

You told yourself it wasn’t strange.

It was.

Because this isn’t curiosity.

It lingers. It pulls. It settles deep in your chest and refuses to leave.

You sit up, your room dim and quiet.

Everything looks normal. Your clothes. Your desk. Your reflection. Just another Swan, getting ready for a school day he isn’t even part of.

That’s the worst part.

How separate your worlds are.

How unaware he is.

You’ve never spoken to him—not in any way that mattered. To him, you’re nothing. A stranger. Maybe a face from years ago he never held onto.

But you—

You remember the way he laughed.

The way he reached for you when you fell when you would play as kids

You remember him.

Even if he doesn’t remember you.

You get up anyway. Go through the motions. Step out into the cold morning like everything is normal.

But it isn’t.

Because somewhere, not far from you, he’s living his life like he isn’t the center of yours.

And maybe that’s why you can’t stop.

Why you keep watching.

Why you keep waiting—

For the moment he finally notices you.