A/N: When I hear the song Love Like Winter, it makes me think of Twilight. The whole song. So I wrote the scenes I see when I hear the different lines. They don't always match up to what has been said in the books. Also, they weren't all supposed to go together, but as they write them, they kinda do. If I can continue to make them go together, I will, but if I stray from a storyline, don't be alarmed. They were originally intended to be separate little paragraphs. Last thing, I know that I've ignored all normal paragraph rules. It's the way I wanted the story to be set up!
warn your warmth to turn away
here it's December everyday
"Bella, I know you don't want to hear this, but it might be best that Jacob's not around much anymore." I looked at him, startled. On the rare occasion that we talked about Jacob, it was usually I that approached the subject, and with caution. I didn't know where this was going, so instead of saying anything, I tried to look politely curious. "After," Edward paused and sighed like this was something he'd rather not talk about. "After I change you, the temperature in the house wil drop considerably. I think Jacob would be most affected by it.
press your lips to the sculptures and surely you'll stay
for of sugar and ice I am made
Edward was going hunting tonight, and a part of me was afraid to spend the night alone. It was the same part of me that made my heart hammer painfully against my rib cage when I thought the time Edward had been gone. Charlie thought Edward had left ages ago, but here we stood in front of my bedroom window, saying goodbye. He'd only be gone a couple hours, but my old fear made me panic. I stood on my tiptoes in hopes of a quick kiss. When it came, anticipated as it was, it took me by surprise. His lips were shockingly cold, like marble come to life. Just when it became apparent that I was forgetting to breathe, he pulled away. When I opened my eyes the window was already closed and the only clue to is presence there was the sweet, cold smell of his breath.