Author's Note: I wrote this this afternoon, when I should have been writing an essay for one of my courses…but the essay was boring and this was fun – so yeah. I've always thought that Bella and Jacob's love for each other was so much more natural and real and much more likely to go the distance, as it were. So I wrote this down to reflect that and I would love to hear your thoughts on it:-) Your reviews seriously make my day!
Disclaimer: Nope, don't own it.
Will I Still Love You When the Rain is Over
When Bella was a girl, she thought that love was a flash of lightning, a sudden revelation that woke you one morning with the knowledge that oh, I am in love. With Jacob however, there had been no blinding flashes of light illuminating her heart, no sudden aha moment. She hadn't woken up to find that her world had suddenly changed around her without her realising it. No, if she had to describe the process, she would call it a journey. Not a fast journey in a flashy car down a paved highway with the wind blowing in your face and your heart pumping with exhilaration. Those journeys were fun in the moment, but at the end your hair was tangled and your eyes were smarting and it was all over too soon. No, she had lost her taste for adrenaline. This was a trudging journey on foot, down a secret grass-covered pathway which was tucked away from the world, surrounded by trees and foreign scents and quiet whisperings. At first it seemed slower, less exciting, the destination was too far away and it felt like she would never get there. But then, as her senses became attuned to the world around her, to the sound of trickling water in the distance, of birds humming in the trees, of little animals tripping agilely through the fallen leaves, and the smell of pine and grass and rain, she realised that the destination was only part of it. Half the fun was getting there.
And that was what it was always like with Jacob; enjoying the moment, living in the present. Jacob was all about now. She had fallen in love with him gradually over rusty car parts, warm sodas, private jokes, healing hugs and heated glances. She couldn't pin down the exact moment that she fell in love with him, and say then, that's when it happened. All she knew was that on Monday she noticed his smile (bright, warm, invites me in) and on Tuesday she noticed his laugh (deep, happy, full of life) and by Wednesday she was noticing his hands (large, healing, warm). On Thursday it was his shining eyes (so full of love and understanding) and on Friday, his husky voice (so masculine and strong). By Saturday, she was noticing his scent (rain, pine, musky) and by Sunday she realised that there was nothing left to notice and without her being quite aware of how or when it happened, she had fallen in love with the whole person, piece by piece.
When Bella was a girl, she thought that love was a flash of lightning. Now that she was a woman she knew that it was the sunlight, which whilst temporarily outshone by the blinding flashes, ultimately burns brighter, hotter and longer with no fear of thunder to follow.
A/N: And now that you have (hopefully) enjoyed my little ficlet, please leave a REVIEW to let me know what you think!:-)