Title: No More Tears

Pairings/Characters: Jacob, Bella

Rating: K+/PG-13

Summary: Charlie doesn't hear her cry anymore. Bella/Jacob 'verse

Disclaimer: Yeah…so, I'm not Stephenie Meyer, just a poor college student who needs a job, and fan fiction is a decent distraction

Note: So, I sorta suck at this prompt thing. The original prompt is supposed to be Jacob-After Dark, and so naturally I turn it into a Bella one. However, I rather liked this, and so did DramaQueen07, and so its getting posted and I'm back off to the prompt drawing board. Oh and I figure this would be obvious, but 'tis set during New Moon.


All of my memories keep you here

In silent moments, imagine you'd be here

All of my memories keep you near

Your silent whispers, silent tears

Within Temptation; Memories

I lusted for his brightness most when I was alone in the dark. There, it was as if there was no wall I could put up to keep my memories from viciously raping my every sense.

At first there were tears as I closed my eyes and remembered how different sleep was without a solid marble, ice cold body beside mine that required Grandma Swan's heavy quilts in the dead of summer.

Dead, the word makes me laugh. After I pieced together Jacob's story with my research dead still didn't seem to apply to Edward. There was not a single definition of the word that applied to my beloved. And the irony! He said that he didn't want to turn me because he didn't want to kill me.

What would he think if he knew that, in the cover of darkness, without my bright sun, I had achieved a state of death that would surpass anything that Edward was.

Edward was beautiful, and kept me breathing, he was my beacon in a storm I'd never known existed. He was so dazzling that I lost my peripheries, there had only been love and perfection.

But in the dark? In the dark there was his voice, on the hardest nights there was only his face, silently watching me. It felt like more than I could stand sometimes.

How much was I supposed to withstand? I couldn't take a second more.

But then the second, the second in which I would decide that death was the only option would never come.

It was painful to watch him leap though my window, reminiscent only of Edward. There was nothing that I associated with my window but him. Sometimes I thought Jacob knew of my aversion to a presence in my window, he stood there barely long enough for me to register his entrance before striding in his long steps to my bed.

I used to be embarrassed-mortified, even-when he would enter my room and see me crying. I even used to think it was silent until Charlie told me one morning, in a terrified tone, as if I was prime to snap, that he had noticed that I wasn't crying myself to seep anymore. I just shrugged, after all, I couldn't explain how the shattering sobs were muffed by Jacob's soft, warm chest.