A/N: Enjoy.
There it is, the happiest day of my life. Me at the altar, Bella walking down the aisle towards me with Charlie on her arm. Bella, finally mine.
Bella, my Bella.
Charlie is grinning, I know he can't wait to have me as a son-in-law. Bella is smiling, her face radiant. She is happy to be with me. I have finally triumphed. I knew that Bella would see reason and choose me in the end. I knew it as sure as my love for her.
But something is wrong.
Is Bella really focused on me? It feels like she's looking right through me. She's close now. I can smell her scent, subtle as a spring breeze, and the curly, dense fringe of lashes around her luminous eyes. She's coming.
Ten feet.
Five.
Two.
Wait a minute. Why the hell isn't she looking at me, dammit? I whirl around. And there he is.The bastard has been right behind me all along. When is he ever out of the picture? I cannot believe I had my back to him the entire time. He cannot be trusted.
He smirks at me—how unusual—he is usually so polite. I guess the mannerism has been fake all along. Just like he is. Why can't Bella see that?
The bloodsucker opens his arm wide as I watch Bella slowly walk past me without a glance and takes his hand.
I cannot stand this. Why the hell is this happening again? She had already chosen him over me once, why again? This isn't fair! I feel the familiar flash of red in my eyes. My hands start to quiver. I don't know if I can control myself this time.
Bella stands on her tiptoes and presses her lips to the unyielding bloodsucker. It is brainwash! Bella, my Bella.
This cannot be happening again. I growl deep in my throat. Bella finally looks at me. Then I'd rather she did not. The look she gave me pushes me over the edge. It is a look of fear. Why is she afraid? She knows that I would never hurt her. I want to scream, "It's me! It's your Jake!"
I feel myself changing and Bella recoiling in disgust. My miserable excuse of a suit rips to shreds. I turn and run.
And into a tree.
I wake up. It is sunny outside. I no longer know where I am. Do I care? Perhaps not. I shake away the remnants of my nightmare. Is it still a nightmare if it has already come true? It sure doesn't hurt any less.
I have lost hope. I had fought dirty, but he fought dirtier. I am no match for the cold-blooded leech. I can only be myself and nothing more.
But that hasn't been enough, has it?
My heart cries out for my soul mate, whom at this very moment is slowly losing her own soul. I don't know what I shall do. What does one do but to wallow in one's defeat? It's not like I can start over again. I have already made my choice.
Our kind only imprints once.
I must keep moving, going, always away. Or my pain will catch up, the noises will return.
I don't know what I will do then.
Bella, my Bella.
Someone else's now.
