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C'mon, Jake. Come back home.
Yeah, we all miss you. Billy misses you.
Come home and start living your life again.
I was mildly surprised at this. The pack had been very patient with me for the last few…days, weeks, months? I honestly had no clue. If they were asking me to come home, it must have been a while. But I wasn't ready.
I growled. It's not that simple. A pause. It never is.
I was struck by how true that statement was. It seems the lack of simplicity has been a running theme in my life. It was hard losing mom, having two drama queens for sisters, and taking care of wheelchair-ridden dad.
But, over time, it got easier.
The phasing and falling in love were entirely different stories. All of a sudden, my whole life was mixed up. Like when you are doing a really big puzzle and you finally get all the confusion sorted out by organizing the pieces by color. Then, of course, your little brother or sister comes and messes it all up. There's no organization to the pieces and you don't know where to start.
I shouldn't think about this stuff. It'll just hurt. Then again, how could I possibly hurt more?
With Bella, I thought I could get my simple life back. Unknowingly, she was helping me while I was helping her. We were sorting out each other's puzzle pieces. And that's the way love is supposed to go. You grow together.
Obviously, since Jacob Black was involved, it just couldn't be that easy.
Jacob loves Bella. Bella loves Jacob. Two simple sentences. Simplicity. They make sense. Bella picks Jacob. Bella stays with Jacob. Again, sentences that make sense.
Back to reality.
Bella loves Jacob, but also loves Edward. A complex sentence. Complexity. Bella loves Jacob, but chooses Edward. Stays with Edward.
I knew I had to see her again before she changed. We had to say good bye. I didn't want my last memory of her to be her tear-wet face. And I knew she didn't want her last memory of me to be the sight of me lying on my bed, half my body broken, with my face just as broken with pain.
After that, I couldn't ever see her again. Not when she became one of them.
Damn complex sentences.