Quick little oneshot (or maybe a series of oneshots on different moments if you guys want me to continue) about why Jake is so messed up about the wedding. Hope you like it. Please review if you can, I like to know what people think- good, bad, or ugly. ;)

Disclaimer- I don't own anything... depressing, isn't it?

"I wonder when it will happen, when the right girl is going to catch your eye."

"Don't get your hopes up, Bella."

Jacob Black lay alone, naked, and vulnerable on the forest floor. He let the sobs rack his body. The memory of those words caused a pain that was too searingly real for him to bear. He had kept the secret from her so she could be happy. He loved her too much to put her in the position that knowing would. The truth was, the right girl would never come along. She couldn't, because she already had. He hadn't known at first, that it had happened. It wasn't usually like that. Most werewolves weren't already in love with the girl they imprinted on. He had thought that it was just missing her, that seeing her and staying away was too much. It had felt sort of like phasing for the first time. It was like his heart and soul broke apart completely, melted away and reformed again to compliment her's better. She needed him. She needed him and he wasn't allowed to be with her. He had been cruel, but it had only been to buy him some time to figure out how to get around the rules. She couldn't live without him, he knew that. He was holding her together, and seeing her broken like that again... He lost all regard for any rules that kept him from her. His Bella, his life. It had taken her far too long to figure out what he was in the first place. It was foolish to think she'd pick up on the hints he'd dropped for her. Not that it would have made a difference, anyway. She was too in love with the stupid bloodsucker to walk away. More than that, the stupid bloodsucker loved her almost as much as he did.

Jacob took a deep breath, regaining his composure. He had been running for a long time. He wasn't sure how long, and he wasn't sure where he was anymore. He hadn't thought about keeping track. The wedding would be coming up soon. He shuddered as a fresh wave of tears came pouring from his eyes. He was going to lose her. He couldn't even hope that someday, another opportunity would present itself. She and that leech of her's would both outlive him. And, Jacob, he was stuck in this sick, cruel limbo of darkness. He would forever be bound to her, even in death. That's how imprinting worked. He had told her that he would always be waiting in the wings, and he had meant it. He didn't have a choice. Jacob was angry with himself for that last thought. Even if he did have a choice, he would always choose her. Even after she was one of them.

It was ironic, he thought. He remembered how Bella had once mentioned how she and her parasite were like Romeo and Juliet. Here he was, a specialized machine for killing vampires, madly in love with and completely devoted to a girl who wanted nothing more than to become one. "Prodigious birth of love to me that I must love a loathed enemy". He laughed a cold, mirthless laugh. So, Juliet realizes she's really in love with Paris when the knife's halfway in. Who ever liked Romeo anyway? Whiny little emo bastard.

Jacob heaved a weighted sigh as he stood shakily. He'd been gone long enough already. Back to being whatever Bella needed, no matter how much it destroyed him in the process. He didn't matter anymore. The bloodsucker had given Bella his heart, dead as it was. Jacob had long since come to realize that that was one more thing the corpse could give her that he couldn't. Jacob Black didn't have a heart. Bella was his heart. It was time to go home. A familiar voice sounded in his memory.

"Love you Jacob"

"Love you more" he said aloud.