Jacob Black is always right.
It is the one truth Bella knows, and the one truth she took too long to realize. From the first day she met him on the beach in La Push—it all seems so long ago, a distant time before she knew what she knows, before she reached the point of no return, just before—he has always been right, even if he never meant to be.
She fought hard against it. Jacob was wrong, she told herself. She was right, not him. But that wasn't how it worked. It was undeniable now. Jacob knew what she was thinking before she knew it herself. He put Edward's ability to shame—and he still would, even if Edward could read her thoughts, because Edward would only know what she knew, and Jacob knew much more than that. He unlocked her subconscious before she knew there was anything locked there in the first place.
Jacob Black got her. In the dark part of her mind, she is laughing hysterically, chaotically, sadistically. Irony. Because Jacob Black didn't get her. He didn't get her, because he was right.
"He's like a drug for you, Bella."
What a drug, she thought. Oh, and what an addict.
She had planted herself firmly along the path to her own destruction. Edward lied. She knew that. About so many things. He hid them. To try to keep her happy, he'd just avoid all the bad, scary things and pretend they were riding in the magic carriage on the road to their castle in Happily Ever After. But the clock strikes twelve and the carriage is a pumpkin and the coachmen are mice and her ball gown goes back to the rags she's always worn. He put her under his magic spell and created a world of princely make-believe, but try as he might, the bad things always got through. How many mines did he have hidden away, waiting for her to step on them and lose an essential part of herself, again?
She trusted him, but she knew she shouldn't. She let herself believe every damn thing he said because it gave her the fix she needed to keep going. Keep going and going and pray to God or whoever's in charge that he's not going to hurt her again. She's hanging on, shooting herself up again and again but the high has long since gone away, the feelings are just empty and now she's just trying to avoid the withdrawal.
She clings to pictures and diamond rings like they're important, that they have meaning to her, and she says I love you every night but she's really not sure and she wonders if it's the same for him. If it's the same addiction, only there to avoid the withdrawal, and the same I'm-not-so-sure-I love you's, or if he means all of it.
Bella Swan doesn't know anymore, but she doesn't have to worry much longer because Bella Swan is off to live in Neverland, to be a mother to the Lost Boys (they always dress as animals, she likes when they dress as wolves) and never grow up, but the good kind of never growing up, the human kind that doesn't change lives, it just preserves them. Being an innocent human child for eternity could never be bad. Bella Swan will live with Peter and swim in the sun with the mermaids and her biggest worry will be whether she can cook fast enough to feed the appetites of all the boys, because Bella Swan is becoming Bella Cullen, who is a different person entirely. Bella Cullen is giving up every sun she's ever known.
Bella thinks she may have chosen wrong but she chose it, and that is that. Bella Cullen will not go back on her word. Bella Black might, but she wouldn't ever need to. Because Jacob Black is always right.