"Jacob," his name rolled off of my tongue as he stood before me, shaking. My hand reached forward and placed itself onto his shoulder. His head fell and I felt him shudder.
Taking a step closer, I realized that he was crying. I sigh, reaching up a hand to brush hair away from my face.
I know how much he hurts. In his thoughts I see the pain he goes through, feels his heart breaking.
It's like losing Sam all over again.
But, instead of me, it's Jacob. The one who I used to always look out for. The one who I played hopscotch with while our parents watched us. The one who always had a smile on his face, looking up to his father. He was not just Jacob; in my mind, he was my Jacob.
The worse part is that he is losing his love to a bloodsucking vampire. At least I like Emily… Somewhat.
Her and I are not natural enemies, though.
As I move to stand next to Jacob, he surprises me by placing his head on my shoulder. My hand begins to stroke his hair, waiting. The sobbing will subside, I know. It will just take longer than he thinks. I want to tell him to forget her, to let that inconsiderate bitch flow out of his mind. But I don't. When people said such things to me after Sam broke my heart, it only made things harder. It seemed like no one understood.
All I had wanted was a shoulder to cry on, letting the pain out amongst a friend. Someone who could ease the agony, if only for a little while.
The silence is only punctuated by his cries as I stare at the ocean in front of us. I take a shuddering breath, knowing my eyes are watering. If there was anything I could do to take away his pain and shove it in her face, I would. Taking away all of his hurt, even if I needed to endure it myself. For Jacob I would hold onto the pain again.
His hair is soft under my fingers, and I close my eyes. His warmth is perfect against mine. I turn my head as he weeps, his whole body shaking with the wracking sobs. My hand clenches in his hair and I let my lips brush against the top of his head. As my eyes squeeze shut I let my tears leak through.
Then I pull back and he is burring his face into the crook of my neck. I feel the constant flow of his tears as we collapse together on the ground, him falling into my lap. My arms tug him closer as I rest my head on his, letting myself cry.
I cry for him. I cry for my dad. I cry for my brother. I cry for Sam. I cry for myself, for losing all of those people in my life in different ways. I let them all slip through my fingers before.
As I hold Jacob's trembling body against mine, I know I will not lose him again. He will be within my grasp forever.
Author's note;
This couple just fascinates me. To no endless degree. I may write more of them.
Not even entirely sure where the inspiration for this one came from… although I was feeling rather down.
The editing genius of Delta (deltadecapitated) played a role here.
Theeere once was a peersaaan who pressed a butaaan and revieeewed. ;] That persan could be yew.