AN: God, I just needed to write something. I've got a little bit of writer's block. Trying to make a Twilight Rewrite is more difficult than I thought... Anyway, here ya go.
There was something I could feel in my heart that I hadn't felt in a long time. I couldn't quite place my finger on it.
After being immersed in bliss for so long, the racing pulse every time I saw Him. The butterflies, the tears of joy I felt behind my eyelids when he kissed me; the security and pure emotion of being held in his arms while I drifted to sleep—his voice, his chilling touch, the look in his eyes, the sound of his laugh, his scent. Everything about him was perfect.
And now that he was gone…the whole in my chest burned with agony. God I missed every piece of him. That pain was the only reminder he was real.
My surroundings didn't help either; every tree, every street corner, the halls at school, my truck, my room. It was all too much to handle, that once I escaped from my zombie state, I had to blink back the tears every time I smelled a familiar scent in the cold Forks air. I felt like spontaneously combusting.
Then there was Jake.
He didn't set my veins on fire like He did. He didn't take my breath away or cloud my mind with his beauty. Jake didn't leave a frosty trail of pleasure on my skin with his very touch, or talk to me in an old fashioned romantic way.
No, when I was with Jake I was just…me.
He calmed my nerves. I breathed easier. I thought clearly. Yes, he was beautiful, but it was a beauty that didn't blind me, it was a beauty I could soak up every now and then when he wasn't looking and smile at how lucky I was. His fingers left trails of fire on my skin instead of ice, a small reminder of how much I loved the sun. And the way he talked to me…was just how I felt it should be. He made me laugh, he teased, he didn't act like he was older and wiser than I was, and he respected my intelligence. He acted his age, and he acted my age. We were allowed to be teenagers; allowed to talk as if the weight of the world wasn't on our shoulders…because it wasn't.
And this wasn't Romeo and Juliet. It wasn't Edward and Bella. Jacob didn't make my head spin or my heart go wild like Edward; he held me in place, he loved it when I screamed at him and got angry, I could be myself completely, and most of all, there was no uncertainty and the need to lie with Jake.
About three things I was absolutely positive. First, Jacob was a good and loyal man. Second, he was my best friend. And third, I was unconditionally and irrevocably in love with him.