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Without
'Jesus Christ, I'm alone again. So what did you do those three days you were dead? Because this problem is going to last more than the weekend.'
I don't know how this started.
I stare at my hands, my body. I'm the same, exactly the way I was before this happened and yet I'm so different. It almost scares me.
She can't sleep and so I know she's listening, can hear the fact that slumber no longer has grasped my fallible mind. And her scent is everywhere, mixed with the smell of earth and woods, mixed with me.
"Jacob?"
I turn to look into her golden eyes, full of something like worry and weariness. She's tired and for some reason I would give anything for her to fall asleep with me. My body wrapped perfectly around hers as she dreamt of places and things I didn't know of yet.
I was still so young. And here she was, older than my own father, looking down up at me as if I'm the most beautiful thing she's ever seen. I pick up her hand and cradle it against my cheek, lips grazing knuckles as she closes her eyes and moans, just loud enough so that I can hear.
"They're going to start noticing something if we don't get the car fixed soon."
Her words are shrapnel, cutting into my skin. I don't want to remember them and the world outside of this perfect moment. But I know she's right, and so I nod, leaning my head farther into her hand.
"Jacob…"
Her voice is softer, catching on the simple letters of my name. God, how I loved to hear it slip from between her lips, love to hear her scream it to me in those beautiful moments that never last long enough.
Her touch is tender, almost, as she cups my cheek and leans forward, pressing her forehead to mine.
"Please…"
It's my voice now, harsh and deep and throaty. So different from hers it almost hurts my ears as the sound escapes, like a scream to your enemy as your being tortured. I couldn't help it. I couldn't help her. I couldn't help us.
"I'm so sorry, Jacob."
I knew that soon she would leave and I would watch as she dressed herself, fixing her appearance for the others at the house. No one could know of these moments. No one needed to suspect anything at all other than the fact that the two of us disappeared for the garage to work on the old vehicles she had stored there.
Common ground. That's why this started and I knew that's why, someday, this would end.
She leans forward after gathering her clothes and whispered for me to get inside soon, that she doesn't want me to get sick before her lips mold, as they always did, so seamlessly to mine.
And then she's gone, and I'm alone.
In a forest where I no longer belong, in a world I'm beginning to think isn't quite right for me anymore.
Not without her.
Not without Rosalie.
Author's Note: I really love Jacob and Rosalie for some reason. The whole 'I hate you but I wanna do you' thing just kills me. I love it. And writing in first person actually, it's kinda awesome. Song is Jesus Christ by Brand New. Reviews are love. -Delta