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"Jacob," she whispers softly from behind him, laying an alabaster hand on his golden tan shoulder, and caresses the flesh as if to soothe Jacob's pained soul.
But there was nothing Nessie could say that could possibly remedy the loss he felt from within, and this aspect kind of unsettling. In the past, all she had to do was walk in the room and all his troubles would seem to disappear into thin air, but no. The same could not be done on this moonless night. Not when Jacob grasps at his midnight hair just to see if he's still alive, desperate to experience a different type of torture. And Jacob cannot—he refuses—he will not let himself feel the slightest bit better for the sake of his imprint.
Damn her for possessing the touch that can shame the gentility of a flower petal!
Jacob turns his head, merely staring at her hand in deep sorrow. How could Nessie be here when the world was falling apart? How dare she not allow him to suffer in the dark solitude of his apartment? Did she really think her presence could make Jacob forget that one horrible fact?
Billy Black died today—an old man underneath the blankets on his bed.
"Nessie, just go away!" He didn't mean to raise his voice at her, but he was just so enraged. Of course, Jacob knew that this wasn't her fault in the slightest, but. . . Because of Nessie's existence and his devotion to her as a result, he would never get to see his father again, and that was something he didn't want to deal with. "I don't want you around here!"
She did not withdraw the comfort of her hand, despite Jacob's passionate protest. "Don't do that, Jake," Nessies says softly. "Don't push me away, alright? It's me, remember? I just can't sit around at home and let you go through this alone."
The shape-shifter moved away from Renesmee and simply gazed back at her porcelain figure—her milk chocolate eyes threatening to overflow with salt, warm tears, but she held it all in was such a great strength that Jacob could only admire, and it was all for him. Nessie was reluctant to cry, because she wanted to be courageous for her best friend, even though he was trying hard to get rid of her.
"Leave, Nessie!"
She shakes her head, folding her arms across her chest. "No."
Actually, Jacob was relieved Nessie was here with him to act as her personal strength. Just because he didn't want anyone to share in his breakdown didn't mean that, at heart, he didn't need the warmth of the light glowing from Renesmee to make him feel whole again. Yes, Jacob was indeed grateful for her as she stepped closer to him. Her eyes studied Jacob's melancholy form tentatively—carefully, afraid he might tear himself away again. This time, with a sigh of defeat, Jacob accepted the beauty of Nessie's proximity.
"Why—why are you here?" He questioned with his tan crimson lips trembling.
"Would you abandon me if my mother or father died? Jacob, you're my best friend and I can't allow you to be cooped up in this apartment alone, especially after Billy died. Don't you get it? You can groan about how much you want me to leave and go back home, but I know you're too stubborn to admit you need someone to be there when you come undone," the six year-old hybrid explained, resting a hand on the back of Jacob's copper neck.
"Nessie, I-"
But he couldn't continue his sentence as the flood of his soul finally ripped through his heart, all but choking him when he pulled Nessie into his arms. Jacob needed to soak in every inch of her perfection, crying into her bronze tendrils.
"It hurts, Nessie." The pain constricted his breathing, the tears burning his cheeks.
Still, it was the compassionate Renesmee that refused to flee from Jacob's breakdown, and held him until the violet faded to morning.