So many people wanted me to continue Enigma, but I have no intention of doing so. So I figured I'd at least write this, as a sort of companion fanfic. It's in Jacob's POV.
Perfection
Disclaimer: I do not own the Twilight series. Duh.
There is no such thing as perfection.
He had learned that as a child, and he truly believed it. But now she's starting to make him doubt.
Just when did his view of her change? Since when she spark such an emotion from him? When exactly did she become so irritatingly irresistable, in the entirely wrong sense of the word?
It was always there, small and dormant in the recesses of his heart, but the feeling would strike him with a vengeance whenever she smiled at him, or laughed at something he said, no matter that it wasn't funny to begin with.
Why? Why did she have to do this to him? Why did she have to affect him so strongly? Why did he enjoy it so much?
He felt so hollow, so empty when she wasn't there, even though she was sometimes only in a different room of the house, surrounded by thin and easily destroyed walls...
Not that he'd ever think of destroying her house.
Whenever he came back home to her, she'd be waiting, eyes sparkling, and he'd wonder how perfection could not exist. After all, just how was the way her sleek bronze ringlets framed her face not perfect? Just how was her beautiful, intelligent brown eyes not flawless?
It wasn't supposed to happen so soon. Really, wasn't she supposed to be (technically) seven? No matter that she didn't look seven at all…
She really was aging quickly, growing up at a rapid pace. And one day she'd be ready.
For what, exactly? What exactly would she be ready for?
But in that span of time he'd wait. A few measly years weren't that long compared to the rest of eternity, after all.
And they had forever.
Some things in this world were just too tempting.
Like that sly glint in her eyes when she spoke to him, the soft curve of her mouth when she grinned, or the way it sounded like such a pretty melody when she spoke the name "Jake"…
He only thought of her as a younger sister for the moment, he'd reprimand himself. But the scary thing was that it wasn't like that at all…
No. She was Renesmee Cullen, and she didn't think of him that way at all.
Did she?
It didn't seem that way whenever she watched him, an unnamed emotion in her voice whenever she spoke, the affectionate laughter in her eyes, the knowing smile her mother would have when she glanced at them…
Well, at least he knew one thing.
She defined perfection, if such a thing existed.
She was Nessie, beautiful in every single way.
And he loved her.
The implication behind those words may have changed in these past years, but they were the same words nonetheless. He loved and loves her, and that would never, never change.
She was the most important thing in the world, at this moment, the one thing that bound him to this earth.
He may not believe in perfection at the moment…
…But she came pretty close.
A/N:Okay, so Jacob's POV are posted! What did you think of it? Please give me feedback! Anything you liked about it? Anything you want to have changed in the futture? R/R!