Broken Dawn
Summary: Because even though he hasn't seen her in two years, he's already falling back into the pattern of Jake&Bells. The one where he gives and gives and she takes…until there's nothing left offering nothing in return
Chapter one: Can you save me?
"Are you well?" "No," I tell him, voice hoarse. "I am not well. I am broken inside. I am broken almost all-the-way deep, and I don't know...I don't know if I can ever be unbroken, let alone well again"."
― Carrie Jones, Entice
She knocked on the door to his apartment, soaking wet from the storm. He doesn't know how she found out where he lives.
(He hasn't talked to her in almost two years. Not since the battle with the newborns.)
She's wearing a purple dress, which once probably cost more than his car, and silver heels that hurt to look at much less walk in.
There's no ring on her finger.
"Please," she pleads, her eyes begging him to do something.
(To save her)
"Okay," he says and moves aside to let her in.
(Because even though he hasn't seen her in two years, he's already falling back into the pattern of Jake&Bells. The one where he gives and gives and she takes…until there's nothing left offering nothing in return.)
Only once she's inside does he notice the patches of blue and purple bruises that covered her arms and shoulders, on her much too thin -sickly looking-body, and the dark purple bags under her eyes.
This is what marriage had done to her.
(Because that's what leeches do; they suck and suck until there's nothing left but a hollow shell.)
He fixes her food that she barely touches and gives her a glass of water which she guzzles down like she's spent months in the dessert. He hands her another glass and another, then he sits across from her, and waits until she swallowed the last drop to ask her a question.
There are many he wants to ask:
Why are you here?
How did you find me?
Where are the Cullens?
What happened to you?
Did you change your mind?
Am I finally enough?
"Are you okay?" is what he finally settles for.
She looks at him with tired brown eyes that look as if they've seen too much and yet still radiate a childlike innocence like they haven't seen enough.
"Not really," she mumbles, placing her hand over her stomach.
"Okay," he says and doesn't press for answers like he knows he probably should.
(Not when she looks like she might shatter into pieces at the slightest touch.)
He coaxes her to eat a few more bites then goes to set up the couch with sheets and a pillow.
Of course he offers her the bed.
(Because all he knows how to do is give and she's always been the best at taking.)
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