Jacob POV
It was enough for me to hear the low snarl in Quil's voice to know who it was on the other end of the phone.
"He's not here, bloodsucker."
It was also pretty easy to know who Quil meant by 'he', it wasn't like anyone here has any connection to the Cullens.
Except me.
I sighed when Quil ignored my tapping foot. "Quil, give me the phone."
He stared at me from over his shoulder, his eyes suspicious but he handed the phone over anyway, he couldn't not to as I was the pack's second in command. I felt uncomfortable in my ability to order my friends around, especially when I knew they meant well, but I was getting tired of the way they watched me. I eyed Embry who ducked his head and pretended to watch the TV instead of listening in and decided to ignore both of my brothers.
At least Sam wasn't here or Leah. The former would make me feel uncomfortable while the latter would piss me off with whatever witty comments she'd sprout off from her big, fat mouth.
"Hello."
"Jacob."
I shrugged off the natural animosity that I felt just by hearing his voice and greeted him just as politely.
"Edward."
"I suspect that you know we'll be leaving tonight?"
"Hard not to, really."
"Bella will be at Charlie's house until then, checking over some last minute preparation."
I tensed and felt my brothers tensed with me so I forced myself to relax. "And you're telling me this why?"
"Do you know our plans?"
His roundabout ways always manages to raise my hackles. "Do I look like I spend my free time thinking over whatever your family has planned?"
Edward's low chuckle was regretful. "Guess not. What I meant was what Bella has planned. About her change."
A sharp splintering sound entered my ears.
"Jacob, if you destroy that phone I am not buying another one." Billy rolled into the living room, aiming a sharp glance at me so I took a deep breath, loosening my hold on the phone. "Is this you gloating, bloodsucker?"
"I was wondering when you'll fall back to name calling."
"Just tell me what you want."
"Bella is being difficult."
"Since when has she ever been easy?"
The snort was something I didn't really expect from the vampire but I somehow understood the sentiment.
"We've agreed to change her, but, I still have doubts." As if he realized what he was saying, he backpedaled quickly. "Not that I'm breaking my promise—"
"Hey, I'm all for that."
As expected, he ignored me like I didn't speak at all, "—it's just that I wanted her to spend a year or two outside of Forks before it happens."
A year or two, I thought, for her to be human. It wasn't so much to ask really.
"And?"
"She won't listen to me."
I closed my eyes and dragged in a long breath into my lungs that the lost of hope stole from me. Bitterness choked me. "So, what? Are you asking for my permission or trying to justify any reason for killing her?"
I shifted my weight when the line went quiet as if the leech had stopped breathing and considering what it was he was talking to, that was a possibility.
"That's what you're going to do, right? You know better than I do and you can give whatever kind of name to it but that's what you'll do. Kill her."
When he stayed quiet, I considered hanging up on him but I finally heard him breathe, when he spoke his voice was heavy, dull with.—he couldn't not hear it though he tried not to—pain. "I didn't call to argue with you, Jacob."
"Then why are we having this conversation?"
"She won't listen to me."
It took a moment for me to finally see his point. "You want me to talk to her?"
"I didn't say that."
I ignored the way he hedged the question. "You want me to persuade her to rethink her decision about becoming a vampire?"
He was quiet again, it was as if he was playing it safe, as if I'm recording this conversation to show it to Bella.
Huh.
That wasn't such a bad idea.
Shame I didn't have a recorder lying around.
"Do you really think that I haven't tried already?"
"Not the way that you should have."
"What do you mean 'the way that I should have'?"
"I'm sure you already know by now that you don't tell Bella to do anything."
It was my turn to be quiet, waiting for him to elaborate.
"Have you ever just talked to her about it? Without any judgments, without getting angry?"
"That's none of your business."
I can feel him waiting, waiting for me to think it over.
Usually, our conversations over her choice in becoming a vampire ended in us being mad with each other though the last conversation we had went well. I brushed a hand over my chest when my heart throbbed thickly, remembering the way she looked in her wedding dress.
We haven't met since then, haven't even trade phone calls.
No one was stupid enough or careless enough to mention her name around me, probably because they didn't want me to start the whole running away business again.
The pack had tip toed around me, and I knew that Sam had said something to Leah about aggravating me because she never hung around me long enough to put her paw in her muzzle. The days between the wedding and today was a blur since I kept myself busy—if I wasn't patrolling, I was in the garage, sweating over anything that I can find—earning a few dollars by taking in fixer uppers.
I'd miss having my hands dirty in oil rather than mud and earth.
The only problem was the garage held too many memories of her so I mostly work outside now, just trying to do as much as possible until she left.
Then, well, I haven't decided, yet. I was concentrating on taking it a day at a time.
Accepting that she didn't love me enough to be with me didn't mean that I'd stop hurting over it, but nonetheless I'd accepted it.
Accepting that she did love me was easier but it didn't make the hurt any less, somehow, it even hurt more.
I also accepted the fact that she'll be a vampire soon, no matter how much that ripped at my heart.
But my mind balked over the possibility that if somehow something went wrong—no matter how miniscule the possibility, it was there, and it grew with every passing day—and she'll die…that was something that I know I can't accept.
Ever.
"Are you serious?"
"Will I be calling you if I'm not?"
I rubbed my face, trying to ease the tightness. "If you go on with your promise, when will…"
"After we settle down, ready with the preparations, a week perhaps."
I felt the table—that the phone was placed on—shook and I thought that it was an earthquake or something but it was just my hand that had somehow ended up clenched around it. It's been quite some time that I lost control like this.
I closed my eyes and calmed myself but it didn't work. An image of her pale and lifeless body—an image that had haunted my dreams and waking hours—burned behind my eyelids. "If she dies, I don't mean change, if she dies, I swear I will hunt you down, no matter where you are—truce or no truce—I will end your existence." I heard the low, monstrous growl that trickled out of my throat and felt the eyes of my father and my brothers burning a hole on my back, know they heard me proclaimed war, but, honestly, I didn't really care.
All that matters to me was Bella's life—vampire or human—as long as she existed in the world, I would be—no, not satisfied—comforted by that, at least, I would try to be.
"Jacob ", his voice was filled with bitter, mocking laughter, "if she dies, I won't exist for you to look for."
An understanding passed between us and I settled down. "What makes you think that she'll listen to me?"
"The same reason why she doesn't listen to me."
I rolled my eyes at the answer. "And what's that?"
"Love."
I merely looked at the phone when the line went dead, a measure of bitter pleasure—saying that must've stung—curled inside me like a self contented cat. I stood over the phone, staring at it while I decide on what I should do.
But my heart already knew what I should do. What I want to do.
I shoved my hair out of the way and walked toward my room, ignoring the eyes that followed my back.
She was on her tip toes, trying to reach for something in her closet and for a second time that minute, I decided against what I had to do. But when she lost her balance and stubbed her toe—cursing vehemently in frustration and pain—my heart made me walked into her nearly empty bedroom. My eyes raked over her things that were either on the bed or in a box and felt my heart clutched painfully.
I waited for the clawing pain to subside before taking a step closer—making her jump—when I reached for the box she was trying to reach. She whirled around in surprise, a hand on her throat.
"Jacob!" She let out a long breath. "Sheesh. Give a girl warning before you do that, will you?"
I smiled at her flushed, temperamental face. "Sorry, can't resist."
She took the box that I gave her with a look on her face that made me think that she was remembering the many times I've caught her off guard. I saw the ring that glinted on her finger and took my eyes away from it before she caught me looking and they landed on the bracelet.
She wore it on opposite hands.
I wondered whether there was some kind of meaning to it, or whether she was conscious of the implication.
It was then that I realized it.
"Where's the rock?"
She blinked and unconsciously fiddled with the bracelet, the russet wooden wolf figurine turned against her fingers—as if it was a new habit she'd developed. "It was too conspicuous."
I raised an eyebrow. "He accepted it back?"
A pout threatened to settle on her lips. "He's going to make it into a necklace."
I rolled my eyes but found comfort that at least I didn't have to share my gift with his. I walked around her and shoved several things out of the way so I can sit on the bed. "What's in the box? Something important enough for you to break a few bones for? How's the toe?"
She sniffed at my teasing but as if she just realized what it was in her hands, shifted her feet in an uncomfortable manner and avoided my eyes.
"What is it?"
"It's nothing."
I merely stared at her, waiting for her to cave.
When she stood there, all red faced, he rolled his eyes. "Don't tell me. It's love letters, isn't it? He's just the type to give out love letters."
I tried not to think of the letter that he sent out to me along with the wedding invitation.
She groused, shoved my legs out of the way and took a place in front of me. "Not just from him. There's from you too, though love letter is not exactly the right word for it."
I winced, remembering just what kind of letter I gave her.
"Doesn't change anything. Sorry." She mumbled.
"You remember what it says?"
"Don't you?"
I pursed my lips at the sharp accusation in her brown eyes. "Maybe."
Her brown eyes slid from my face and I lifted her chin up again. "What is it?"
"It hurt."
She laughed when I dropped my eyes to her injured toe. "Not that, moron. The letter. It hurt."
I flicked a finger on her nose and she scrunched it up, making me smile. "It wasn't meant to."
She sighed. "It wasn't your words that hurt, Jacob. It was that I knew you were hurting."
I fiddled with the bracelet that I gave her, brushing the pads of my fingers on the soft skin at the inside of her wrist, feeling her heart beat.
I felt her heart quicken and I know that she was going to say something important. "It hurt that I had to ask myself whether you want to see me again or not."
Our palms met and I ran my fingers along her fingers, tracing the blue veins that I can see, the pink and cream of her complexion. "For a while, I didn't."
I pressed my fingers on her palm to reassure her. "It…hurt too much when I think of you and that didn't help with my phasing because I got so angry, all the time. And then I'd miss you and that hurt too." I chuckled. "That made me even more angry but more at myself than at you."
"There's nothing I can do to help?"
I know the laugh was as bitter as it was mocking. "I don't think so."
"I'm sorry, Jacob."
"It's not your fault, Bella."
"Some of it is my fault."
I smiled. "Maybe, but most of it is mine for being such a headstrong bastard."
Her lips stretched into a smile. "That you are."
My eyes watched that smile slip away when she saw something in my face, something that told her how bad it really was for me. The moment was uncomfortable to say the least, just like every time the pack slipped inside my mind and actually got to see how I really was doing, but I couldn't look away and from the way she stared into my eyes, she couldn't either.
"It's okay, Bella. I'll be okay."
She nodded slowly, respecting my effort on comforting her. I watched her stand up and placed the box inside one of the bigger boxes.
I didn't offer to help, she didn't ask.
I watch the shift of light outside her bedroom window—the one I had jumped in one particular night—and decided that this was a good enough time as any.
"Bella."
She turned at me, her eyes expectant. I tapped the spot she just vacated and she sat back on it.
"Can I ask you something—I'm not trying to be a jerk or anything—I'm honestly curious." The familiar way of questioning—now a habit—brought a weary smile to her lips but she nodded.
I looked at her for a while, to better see her reaction. "What exactly is it about being human that you hate so much?"
She blinked, her mouth opened and closed, clearly I caught her by surprise. "I don't…hate being human, Jacob. It's just that, well, you know my situation. Being human is just too dangerous for me."
Then stop hanging out with them, the words jumped in my throat but I managed to catch it just in time. From the way she looked at me, I know that she knew what I was struggling with. But I wonder whether she knew what it cost me not to say it, what it cost me not to give into the overwhelming need to make my disapproval clear but then again, I couldn't make my disapproval any clearer than I already had.
She waited and relaxed when she saw me take control of my jerk reflex—no pun intended—and awarded my effort with a small smile.
She reached out to play with the thin silver chain I wrapped around my left wrist, the chain itself served as a hanging place for all my keys. Don't ask how I know—when it comes to Bella I just do—that she was mulling over words of her own. But I guess, both of us were trying very hard not to create any friction. The parting hour was closing fast, and I couldn't see the hello's in the near future.
Who knows when—if ever—we will ever meet again?
The thought clutched at my throat so I tried to dismiss it from my mind, instead I twisted my hand to still her fingers, my head ducked down to look at her face.
She saw the question in my eyes and rolled hers, smiled when I laughed at her annoyed expression.
Words—I came to learn—weren't important when we were together, usually, they just complicate things because we would somehow say the wrong thing that would hurt us both, then either her or I would be angry and, well, the story of our relationship.
She combed her hair back from her face and then looked straight into my eyes. "You don't know how rare it is for me to—," I watched her struggle to find the right word,"—connect with other people. Normal people."
Her brows pinched when she saw me wrinkled my forehead. "I've always been different, Jake. I always felt like I'm different, like somehow I don't belong." The words started to drop from her mouth in an awkward spill of words. "Do you know how many friends I kept in touch with in Phoenix? None. Somehow, I'm incapable of forming attachments with…anybody. I love Charlie and Renee but, they're my parents so it doesn't count."
"You're parents don't count." I repeated slowly, she aimed an aggravated look at me when she took offense with whatever look I had on my face.
"You know what I mean. I never had the degree of connection with other people as I had with Edward, with The Cullens."
I looked away at that, knowing that my expression was less than neutral. When I got my face under control, I looked back at her but when our eyes met, I knew I was fooling nobody.
She touched my hand and without much persuasion, my fingers tangled with hers.
"That's why, I was surprised when I connected with you. It wasn't just because being near you made me feel good, but because somehow, I was already attached to you. The connection between us was so vibrant, so elemental that it caught me off guard. You were human—a normal human—but then of course, I found out you were a werewolf." She rolled her eyes. "You see, Jake? I feel more for you, for the werewolves, the vampires than I do for the rest of the normal humans. Maybe, maybe I wasn't meant to be normal."
"That doesn't mean that you have to become a vampire."
The hostility in my voice stung, and she pulled her hand away but I didn't let her so she merely huffed and aimed a glare at me. "I though we were passed this. I thought you understood."
I shook my head. "No, I never said I understood. How can I, Bella? You'll be killing yourself. It'll be the same as suicide."
"No, it's not." This time, when she pulled her hand away, I let her. She slid off the bed and paced the floor while I merely leaned back against the headboard and watched her.
"Yes, it is. The only difference is that you'll still be able to move around. Even more so that you choose to change rather than it was force upon you like the Cullens did."
"...close enough." she muttered but I was too focused on what I came to do to get distracted.
"See? You can't even deny it. Tell me how I can understand it? How I can agree to it?"
"You don't need to agree to it. I've already made my choice."
"A decision that you made by completely missing out on several sensible steps."
"Sensible?" She scoffed and although I understand her way of thinking—since sensibility was a concept that I never quite grasp—I frowned at her.
She glared at me. "You think I haven't thought this through?"
"No, but I think you've talked about it with no one but the Cullens and they probably didn't give out any details, did they?" The sullen look on her expression confirmed my suspicions.
"I can't help with the details, you have to ask them for the gory details later. You need to know all the sides to this changing fiasco before going through with it. Promise me."
She stared at me with a stubborn expression, probably asking who the hell I was to ask that of her.
My eyes didn't waver from hers. "Bella, promise me."
It was when she sighed and rubbed her face that I knew that she remembered who she was talking too.
Jacob Black, her best friend.
"I promise." She muttered.
"And I'm right, aren't I? You haven't talked about this other than with the Cullens?"
The helplessness turned to a frown. "Is this another dig about vampire's mentality or something?"
"It's a question, Bella. It needs an answer."
"No." She sulked. "But, it's not like I can talk about this with anyone."
"You can talk to me."
She gave me a look that was both incredulous and sarcastic. "Yeah, you're a real objective party, Jacob."
"I'm the only one you got."
She looked at me as if she suspected that this was just a big farewell joke but I only stared back, patience etched onto my face. She took her eyes off of my face and started to pace again which told me she was thinking about it. "What does it matter anyway?"
I crossed my arms, not in a proclamation of distance but a statement of intractability. "I bet you get just as defensive as this with them, don't you? You don't want them to think that you're having second thoughts so you make sure that you don't show that you're worried."
She merely paced faster but stole glances at me.
"Am I right?"
She finally stopped and looked at me with suspicious eyes. "Why are you really here, Jacob?"
"I'm here to offer perspective."
"I already know your perspective."
I sighed and meeting her eyes, leaned forward. "Just listen then. Please."
I reached out a hand to her that she took without even seeming to think about it. I looked at her for a while, trying to rearrange the words that I have in my mind into a logical, neutral argument.
Damn, stupid vampire.
"If he changed you according to plan, it will take you, what, a year, two years to find yourself again? Another two, three years maybe, to develop the slightest bit of resistance for human blood. That you have the Cullens guiding you will probably mean that you will never taste human blood which will mean two things, either you will tolerate human presence better or it will tempt you even more. In short, you won't be able to come back in six years maybe in ten."
She remained mute and unmoving when I tucked her hair behind her ear. "You can still pass off as human in five years at the most but if you still look like this in ten..?"
"So, you will probably never see Charlie again or your mother. You will miss out in their moments and they will certainly miss yours. They'll wonder about you. Oh, you'll call, exchanged emails, but they're going to wonder why there won't be any pictures. Grand children." I tilted my head in question. "Unless, you want to lie to them and make something up?"
She shook her head. "There have been too many lies already."
I nodded, unsurprised. "Then twenty, thirty years—it will be a blink of an eye for you—Charlie, Renée, they will be dead." I stopped when I felt her hands flinch but continued, I was never one to pull punches. "You won't be able to sit by their bedside. They'll plead for you to come but you will have to say no and you will have to live with that. "I paused. "Forever."
I watched her eyes glazed over, knowing that my words gave way to images in her head. I watched her eyes swam with tears. "You won't be able to ease their passing or kiss them goodbye, you won't get to stand by their coffin and grieve for them with those who loved them most. The loss will be…unbearable, even more so because you won't be there to look at what you lost."
"Closure will not be yours."
I felt my eyes tightened at the lone tear that slid over her left cheek but gritted my teeth and continued. "Time; seconds, minutes, days, hours, months, years will mean nothing to you, it will pass and be forgotten just as fast, like…breath. There will be no singular moments for you, no infinite seconds that stretches on to forever because you'll probably be able to do everything…twice."
I pressed my fingers around hers and she returned from her imaginings.
"Then maybe, ninety years from now, you can finally come back, when everyone you love has died and everything you know has changed, but you will remember, it will be clear in your mind, everything you've lost because the years that passed would seem short to you. You will remember the life you've left behind, as if it was just yesterday and you will see the difference of what the years had brought with glaring clarity. And that sense of loss will be…unspeakable."
"The Cullens managed—"
I felt my face that was soft with sympathy harden at their name on her lips. "The Cullens have gone through this for hundreds of years and they didn't live here, not as you did. It didn't matter that you didn't connect with the people around here as strongly as anything you have with the Cullens, the fact still remained that no matter how weak it was, you have a connection to this place. You might not admit to The Cullens about your worries on leaving us and when you're with him, it might not feel as much of a sacrifice and that influences your decision."
I stopped and swallowed any kind of heated words and made myself lower my voice. "I know how that is like, pulled between loyalty and what you actually feel."
Her tears were sliding across her cheeks in a continuous streak now and I caught them—one by one—in my palms before I wipe them away and hold her face in my hands. "But Bella, this—right now—there's just you and me. Not werewolf, not the wife of a vampire. This is just Jacob and Bella. Best friends. Talking."
We stared at each other and words, words become necessary as it always did.
I could see it, see the anxiety, confusion and apprehension that tangled up inside, eating away at her and like a dam that has suddenly burst open, those feelings spilled out of her mouth in a torrent of convoluted words that twined over each other in an endless loop.
She whispered them against my shoulder where we sat, propped up against the headboard; she was curled along the side of me, my arm around her shoulders. For hours, her words drowned out the ticking clock and danced around the darkening shadows that edge stealthily over her bedroom.
Her whispered problems ended with a soft weary sigh that seemed to tremble from the top of her head to the tip of her toes
"I am worried, but I love him Jacob. I love him so much that I can't breathe when I am without him. What else can I do?"
I didn't answer because the words that would've came out would be words that didn't come from her best friend, but from Jacob, the boy who'd come to love her.
The seconds trickled into minutes and minutes into hours where we found comfort from each other and find meaning in the lengthening of time.
"Will you call me, Jacob?" I felt her pick on the ragged collar of my T-shirt with restless fingers.
"I probably won't know where you are, Bella."
"I'll call you from wherever I am, just so you'll know. You'll decide whether you want to talk to me."
"You'll forget me."
"I won't. Never."
"Never is a long time when you're an immortal."
She stayed quiet then her voice changed, as if she was sulking. "Maybe you'll forget me. You'll probably live as long as I will."
"It won't come to that."
She lifted her head off my shoulder and looked at me. "What do you mean?"
"I don't plan to live forever, Bella. I don't see any reason why I should."
I saw the panic bloom inside her eyes, felt the quickening of her heart against my body.
"Bella. You're hypervelenting."
She slowed her breathing but the panic was still there. "But the pack! The pack needs you."
"As I am to my great grandfather, there will be others to take my place. Maybe Sam's and Emily's kids."
Her eyes started to get blurry again. "Jake."
I smiled at her. "It won't be soon, Bella. But I don't believe in immortality. There should be a limit to a life. It's how we learn to honor it, respect it."
She pressed her lips together in a firm line. "Is this a Native American thing?"
I laughed. "It's my thing."
"I can't--." She looked at me, a pained look in her eyes. Maybe now she'll understand what I feel at the thought of her changing. She closed her eyes and I combed my fingers through her hair and kissed her forehead, luxuriating in the strawberry scent of her favorite shampoo and waited for her to open her eyes, to regain control over her feelings.
She did after a long minute and stared at my face, her brown eyes focused on mine."Will you tell me, when you've decided?"
I raised an eyebrow. "Why?"
"I want to be here with you when the time comes."
"To say goodbye?"
Her face started to fall again but she fought it. "To say hello." She swallowed any kind of protest she had and laid her cheek on my shoulder again. "But would you want me?"
I brushed my hand up and down the length of her arm, my body tensed at her question. Finally, after what seemed to be an eternity—even more so for her than for me—the tension flowed out of my body and I gently touched my cheek to the top of her head as my answer came out in one long breath that shivered in the gathering dark. "I'll always want you, Bella."
The night was a dark closed blanket that covered the world.
When a burning scent closed around me, I opened my eyes and relaxed my muscles that had instinctively bunched and tensed at the realization that danger was danger.
I glance at the brown haired girl that was asleep, curled up against me, her fingers bunched around my T-shirt, her face relax and contented and I can't help but think that this is how she should always look.
This is how she should always be.
This is how her life should be.
With me
I felt a phantom breeze whispered in the dark and the fine hair on my skin stood up at attention.
I didn't take my eyes off of Bella when he made his presence known by knocking on the door. "How did it go?"
"As expected."
"Did she.."
The words spilled out, fast and uncontained. "I don't know. I didn't ask. I only did what I could. It's still up to her." My eyes were still glued at her face. "Are you going to tell her of our little conversation?"
"No," He paused as if hesitating. "Did you?"
A small smirk curved my lips. "I should just to get you in trouble."
My fingers touched the bracelet that I gave her. "If this works, no matter how short a time she gave herself, she'll hate me."
I sense him where he stood, my instinct screaming for me to attack, to kill. Will I be like this if the vampire was her?
"Why?"
"Because I've stopped her from being with you completely."
"Are you saying that you regret doing it?"
"No. I'll do it again." I tangled my hand on the edges of her hair. "It must be nice."
"What?"
"Always being the nice one."
He met my eyes, read the accusation, the conversation that Bella and I had in my mind and nodded slowly. "I didn't envy you this task, that's true."
He straightened from the wall that he was leaning on after a while. "It's time for us to leave."
For a moment, a second, I though to hell with all this. I'll just kill him and get it over with but—she was in my arms; safe, asleep.
Edward looked at me cautiously—probably read my mind—but eased up when I dropped my eyes to Bella. I brushed my hand against her face, taking one last look, and bravely detangled myself away from her.
A small, sharp hiss escaped my gritted teeth when she kept her fingers on my T-shirt and I had to pull it away with a little force. Edward and I froze when she moved and spoke my name as if she was awake.
"Jacob. My Jake."
I chuckled—the sound was both triumphant and hurtful—and eased myself away from her and from the bed.
"Thank you, Jacob"
"I don't want your thanks."
"You have it nonetheless."
I felt my hand started to tremble and clenched them into fists to stop it. The pressure in my chest was staggeringly painful and all I wanted to do was to rip out my heart just to escape from it.
I stopped at the doorway but didn't look back.
"Don't go until I'm out of hearing distance."
"Very well."
As to make things more difficult I had to meet up with Charlie and the Cullens at the front yard, I nodded at them, not stopping for conversation and I guessed, they understood because even Charlie didn't stop me. I took my car and drove a couple miles until the house disappeared from view, stopped and got out of the car, stripped off my clothes and let my body melt into my other one.
It's so easy now that it was tempting to just stay in this form.
Sam, please. I saw the pack running along the line, happy with the departure of the Cullens, the brightness of their emotions lashed out at my own dark feelings. Give me an hour.
I saw the black wolf cantered to a stop and the others followed suit. Okay, Jacob. We'll leave.
Thank you. The forest was a blur of greens and browns, a kaleidoscope of natural colors that passed me by with every one of my hurried steps.
Embry called out to me in his mind and the sights swerved and changed inside my mind. You want to be alone?
Yes.
I saw Quil nodded through Embry's eyes. Alright, man. You want us to pick up your car?
I nearly chuckled at Quil's practicality and that helped, a little. Yeah, thanks.
Sam was the first to go, then one by one, they disappeared from my mind and all that was left was blissful silence—except for the screaming part of me that was still human. But that can be taken care off.
I just need to run and run and run.
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