Follow-up to Fairytales. You do not need to read that first, though.
I looked down at the small scrap of paper in my hands. The material had worn thin until it was flexible and flimsy from my constant nervous twisting of it.
"Come visit us, Leah!" He had joyously said, completely unaware of the heartbreak on my face, "Just give us a call," and he had written his number on a small piece of paper he dug out from his pocket. Then, he went back in his new, adorable house with his new, adorable wife and I was left to stand there watching someone else live out my happily ever after…
It was settled. Jacob Black was a jackass. He had no right to give me his number and expect me to call him in his perfect little life with Nessie. He had no right to win over my frozen heart and thaw me only to chuck it out for Renesmee's the minute she hit puberty. Pissed off, I quickly ripped the worn piece of paper into shreds.
But in a way, this was all my fault. I knew he had imprinted on Renesmee. I knew he could never love me like he did her. I knew all this, yet I foolishly let him in. What the hell was wrong with me? Did I just like getting hurt? Was I that masochistic? This was final. I was completely over heartbreak. No more Jacob Black. He was gone for good.
Yet, a few minutes later, I found myself desperately collecting the torn pieces, a roll of scotch tape at my elbow to patch up the pieces. Because he had thrown me away. But I couldn't let him go.
This was written at three in the morning in the time span of five minutes (I always suffer from insomnia in the summer) so I apologize for any mistakes.
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