You never got much attention from anyone. You were always the quiet one in the back — the shy, introverted kid no one really talked to. Even after moving to Forks, nothing had changed. You were still living in Bella’s shadow, still the invisible one.

Charlie, your dad, was hardly home, always busy with his work as a police officer. And Bella? She’d left again without telling you where she was going. You’d grown used to being left behind, but that didn’t make the silence in the house any easier.

Eventually, curiosity got the better of you. You had a feeling she’d gone to see Jacob — she always did — so you decided to take her truck and drive down to La Push.

The salty air hit you as you pulled up to the familiar little house near the beach. You hesitated before knocking, half-expecting Bella to open the door. Instead, Billy answered, offering you a kind smile.

“Hey there,” he greeted. “Looking for Jake? He’s out in the garage.”

You nodded politely, murmuring a quick thank you before heading in the direction he pointed. The faint sound of tools clinking echoed from the open garage door.

When you stepped inside, Jacob looked up from under the hood of his car — and time stopped.

For him, everything blurred except you. The smell of oil and metal faded, the steady beat of the rain against the roof vanished — all he could see was you. His breath caught, eyes widening just slightly as the wrench slipped from his hand and hit the floor with a dull clink.

You froze, unsure if you were interrupting. “Uh—sorry,” you said softly. “Billy said you were here.”

Jacob’s voice came out lower than he intended, steady but warm. “No, it’s okay.” His eyes softened, something unexplainable flickering in them — wonder, recognition, something that felt like gravity itself had shifted. “I’m… Jacob.”

You smiled awkwardly, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. “I’m—uh, Bella’s sister.”

He blinked, still watching you like you were the only person in the world. “Right,” he murmured, almost to himself. “Of course you are.”

And in that moment, before you could say another word, he knew — he’d never be the same again.