This was written for me to vent, no other reason. Don't like it? Too bad.

Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight or any part of the Twilight Saga, book or movie. This fan fiction is not my true view on the whole Team Edward/Team Jacob thing, as I don't truly have a side.

"Nobody loves you, you know that?" She asked, pushing my shoulder gently. I could only hope that she was kidding.

"You don't love me?" I asked back, trying to wrap my arms around her. She pulled away. Maybe what she had said was true.

"No. Not anymore. Not like I used to," she said, distancing herself from me.

"So you used to?" I asked, moving closer slightly.

"Yeah, I did. I liked you a lot," she turned fully around as she spoke and stalked away from me, keeping the whole clearing between us. "But I can't love you anymore."

"Can't? Or don't?" I asked, rushing to her side and holding her arms in my hands before she could react. The task was much easier than I had expected. I had grown a lot and she was still a slow human. I flipped my dark hair out of my eyes.

"Can't, I mean don't. Stop trying to confuse me, Jake," she said, flailing. I almost smiled when she said my name. It sounded so nice in her tone. "I can't love you; I don't want to love you. Now let me go!"

I did what she asked without question. It didn't matter whether or not she returned the feelings, I would love her forever.

"Fine. Goodbye, Bella," I said, pulling my shirt over my head. "I hope you have fun with the blood-sucker." I turned and flew into the woods, phasing as I went. My heart was in pieces, and I didn't know what to do about it.

I started running from my heart and mind then, and never looked back. My thoughts and feelings were easily suppressed as I ran, my mind whirling with the wind through my fur. I stopped once, and the first thing through my mind was 'good-bye, Bella, my love'. I nearly puked right then and there. I hated myself for loving her. I phased back and found a comfortable tree to sleep in.

My life as a vagabond had begun, and I didn't know when it would end. All I knew was that the end was bleak.