A/N: This may be a one shot…
All of a sudden, I knew. I knew what had happened. My heart screamed no, but my mind my soul; my being knew it was true.
Edward was dead.
I didn't know what had happened, how and why but it was true. The hole in me, it was deeper, jagged. He hadn't only cut me with a knife; he'd gone and twisted it. I almost cried out, but the eyes seeking mine, stopped me, and questioned me.
Jacob.
I should have known he would have noticed. It was strange, the way he knew me, so well, like he could read my mind. That thought just twisted the knife, digging deeper. With a deep breathe, I spoke, "He's dead." He looked confused then his face-hardened into an un-readable expression. "The bloodsucker," he spat, "Is dead?" I almost cried out, how could he be so cruel? Then he surprised me. He took me in his arms, and held me, stroked my hair, murmuring something, which was supposed to be soothing. All of a sudden the thoughts about Paris, and Romeo never coming back, and Juliet loving Paris enough to want him to be happy came flooding back. It was true. I looked up at him; our eyes met. "Kiss me," I whispered. He trembled, but he was not at all angry. But he leaned down and complied.
A thousand emotions flooded in, the two strongest betrayal and love and want. They battled, and love and want won. I pulled back, and our eyes locked. "I love you Jacob." He smiled and spoke ever so sweetly, "I knew it." Our lips crashed together, as proof of my statement.
A/N: What do you think? Should I continue?