Touch
Renesmee's touch would never be the same as Leah's. Blackwater & J/N.
A/N: Random one-shot I pulled out of my ass.
"~xU*Ux~"
When you imprint, it was like a blind man seeing the sun for the first time.
But just how good is the sun's warmth like it is in it's sight?
Would it be worth it or worthless?
A question that constantly ran through Jacob's mind.
Before Renesmee, there was another.
He knew it was like he was using her.
She knew it too.
It was just that neither wanted to stop.
And when the word of imprint fling straight to his face.
He took it like it was a punch to the face.
She took it as another fun ride ended.
But this 'fun ride' was special.
She pretended not to be heart-broken.
Jacob Black needs Renesmee Cullen in the world.
But he wants Leah Clearwater.
There was only a true fine line in the difference between the two girls.
Both were warm. Both were beautiful.
But Renesmee's smile would never be like Leah's.
Renesmee's grace wasn't like Leah's.
Or her power, her strength, or courage.
Not even her laugh, because Leah's laugh was something Jacob had grown to love.
Even when it sounded dry.
Both were nearly perfect.
Except for a strong difference that forever haunted Jacob.
Renesmee's touch would never be the same as Leah's.
Because Leah's touch left him with scars at where he was weak.
His heart.
Something Renesmee just couldn't make the same.
"~xU*Ux~"
FIN