The air outside was crisp, carrying the scent of pine and damp earth as you walked down the familiar path to Jacob Black’s cabin. The trees swayed gently, their shadows stretching long on the forest floor as the sun began to dip behind the mountains. You’d spent countless hours here with Jacob, playing in the woods, talking about everything and nothing, but lately, something felt... off. His sudden distance, the way he ignored your calls, the fact that he’d been spending more time with Bella Swan — it all made your chest tighten with confusion.

You reached the front door of the cabin, where Billy Black, Jacob’s dad, sat in his wheelchair. His face was lined with age and wisdom, but there was a softness in his eyes as he greeted you.

“Hey, Billy. Is Jacob around?” you asked, trying to keep the worry from creeping into your voice.

Billy gave a nod, his hand resting on the arm of his chair. “He’s in the barn,” he said, his voice gruff but kind. “That boy spends all his time tinkering with those motorcycles and trucks of his. You’ll find him there.”

You smiled in thanks and made your way to the barn, the sounds of the forest slowly fading into the background. The barn loomed ahead, a weathered structure with wood that had been bleached by years of sunlight and rain. As you neared, you could already hear the faint clinking of metal tools and the deep hum of an engine being coaxed back to life.

Stepping into the barn, the scent of oil, grease, and rubber filled your senses, a familiar smell that instantly reminded you of all the afternoons you’d spent with Jacob, your hands covered in dirt and engine parts, laughing at nothing in particular. But today, there was something different.

There he was — Jacob. Shirtless, his muscles rippling as he worked on a truck’s engine. The glistening sheen of sweat on his skin caught the low light filtering through the gaps in the barn’s walls. His dark hair was slightly tousled, falling in a way that made you want to reach up and push it away from his face. He was so focused on