"She's tougher than you think…" Jacob near growled at me. "And she's been through worse." He stared directly at me, and began to concentrate.

At first, my mind began receiving flashes; pictures that I couldn't focus on. Then I saw Bella.

Bella, alone in the woods.

Bella, cold, shivering, with a dead look in her eyes. I heard her moaning 'he's gone,' over and over again.

Jacob's voice cut into the picture. "Recognize this day? The day you left her."

I inhaled sharply. Guilt, regret, sorrow, and shame, all at once, flooded over me. I had left her alone to die. I had left her alone with Victoria. I had left her alone with werewolves. I cringed, trying to shy away from the pain that this memory caused me.

How could I be such a monster?

A new memory formed. Jacob's voice, again, sounded in my ears. "Time didn't heal anything."

I saw Bella again. My face became agonized again. Bella looked near dead; paler than I had ever seen her, with circles under her eyes that rivaled mine. She looked even more breakable. I recognized Sam in this memory. He entered into a kitchen, grabbed a scarred woman, held her in his arms, and kissed her passionately. I saw Bella cringe and quickly wrap her arms around herself, taking in shaky, uneven breaths as she watched this loving scene around her.

Jacob laughed. "That's funny."

Bella's heartbeat increased with anxiety, as she, no doubt, saw the pain in my eyes. I quickly pulled my face into the smooth mask I often wore at school. Bella looked over to Jacob, her eyes wide with concern.

"What are you doing to him?!"

"It's nothing Bella." I said, attempting to calm her down. "Jacob just has a good memory, that's all."

Jacob pulled his face into a sneer. "This one's my favorite."

I recognized Bella's living room in this memory. I saw the whole thing through Jacob's eyes.

His hand stroked Bella's face. I felt my temper rising, as he continued to stroke her face, trace her jaw and lips with his fingertips. He grabbed hold of her chin, and leaned in, as if he was going to kiss her.

"She loves me too."

Bella didn't move away.

This memory hurt me more than the other ones. My face twisted in pain again. Some part of me had originally intended for this, for Bella to live a human life and be happy. But seeing someone else stroke her face, trace her features; the idea that Bella could be happy without me, live without me, in a way that I could not without her, caused me pain that I had not felt since I left her.

"Stop it! Whatever you're doing." Bella cried. Jacob's memories stopped as quickly as they had started.

"Sure, if you want." Jacob said smugly. "It's his own fault if he doesn't like the things I remember though."

"Don't be mad at me Bella. He's the one who hurt you."

I glared at Jacob, and he smiled back.