"Jake"

"Yeah Bells?"

Gently she'd intertwine her fingers through his.

"No matter what happens…protect him"

As her voice cracked, his heart cracked with it.

"Bel-"

His frame shook.

He wasn't like the delusional bloodsuckers crowding around her - he knew the truth.

She wasn't going to make it.

Never, never could he protect her killer.

"For me Jake, for me. Protect him"

Urgently she would insist.

Inhale.

Sickly floral scents make his eyes water.

That leech's footsteps echoing louder.

His fingers curl into a fist.

"Please, please. Promise me!"

His mother had once said it was always easier to make a promise to someone when they were living instead of dying. After all, you couldn't exactly tell them no while they were on their deathbed, could you?

She was right.

Exhale.

"Promise."


"Jacob"

"Yeah Nessie?"

Never Jake.

Fingertips would brush across his cheek.

Stars.

Always stars.

How magnificent they were; illuminating the night sky.

She loved them.

"She's here tonight."

Bells?

Even sixty years later, he remembers.

And he dreams.

For the second time, he envies Edward.

"Aurora"

Her whisper caresses his ears.

Obediently he leaps to his feet.

He wishes his bones ached.

"Let's go"

He murmurs.

She runs.

He follows.

Always.