They had the best conversations when they didn't talk.
When they sat there, on the forest ground, in complete silence.
Sometimes they sat there for hours.
They knew that they had to move when the moon came up.
It was summer, it got dark late.
They wished they could stay there all night.
These conversations were crucial.
They relied on them, and each other.
They were mourning something that they both understood.
Jacob knew she was thinking of Sam.
Leah knew he was thinking of Bella.
Jacob wished she was thinking of him.
Leah wished he was thinking of her.