There was nothing I could give her that he couldn't. Everything I had to give, she had taken, without ever stopping to think that she would eventually have to choose. I had given my all, but it wasn't enough. She wanted him. And there was nothing I could do to change it.
Every time she kissed me on the cheek, snuck away to see me, she was telling me she needed me. But she didn't love me. Not the way I loved her. When she needed love most, that was when she found me. We'd had fun together, her and I! I made her forget what he had done to her. And now she stands, with her back turned, walking away for the last time. Edward, her Edward, is waiting for her on the other side of the boundary line. Ready to be everything I can't. Everything she wants.
I can't get over the fact that I might never see her again.
My long, black hair whipped around my face. I could feel water clinging to my skin, but I wasn't sure whether it was the dark humidity that promised rain or my own ghost of a tear.
"I love you, babe," I whispered to the wind, scrabbling to find words. "Forever and ever. Wherever he takes you, I hope he makes you happy." Then, softer, almost inaudibly even to my own ears, "Even if he can't be me."
Authors note- one of the things that makes the twilight series so extraordinary is that it shows that every story is the beginning of another. The characters are so real, one can empathize with them at almost every step of their journey. Even though what Edward and Bella share is beyond words, Jacob's pain is also real. He's on the outside looking in, and he knows it. All he sees is someone who is like a drug for her, when he could be her sun. This is my tribute to Bella's one that got away. (I think Bella made the right choice, and I like Edward better than Jacob anyway, but that doesn't mean I can't appreciate what he went through.)