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Chapter 1: Jacob

Another moment.

It felt weird-walking on two legs again, the fabric of my cargo shorts felt heavy around my waist. Everything seemed out of place, almost as if I was having an out of body experience. I'd been in wolf form for so long, I almost forgot I had ever been human.

ALMOST.

Of course I never really forgot. Apparently I wasn't allowed to forget; it was as if god was playing some cruel, never-ending practical joke on me. Ha-ha, yeah real funny.

The pain really wasn't so bad anymore-sometimes I was even able to smile, but those moments were rare and far between.

No, the pain wasn't so bad anymore. It was no longer a crippling agony so strong that it made death seem like a preferable option. Sometime in these past four years since I left La Push, it started to change. Transform really into more of a constant, nagging reminder of everything that went wrong in my life.

"Jeez! Will I never get this stupid knife out of my heart?!" I snarled out loud without meaning to. Before I even scanned the area, I knew no one had heard me. It was three in the morning and I was out in the middle of nowhere walking down a path I didn't want to go. I knew too well where this road was headed. Maybe that was why subconsciously I had chosen to phase back to human form and walk the remaining couple of miles by foot. I was in no hurry to get back to La Push, and in even less of a hurry to get back to living life.

I walked for the next hour completely lost in my thoughts. What the hell was I gonna tell Billy?! Hey pops, how's it going? The last four years treat you alright? "Yeah, that'll go over well" I scoffed under my breath.

From the moment I got to the familiar house, I knew was making a huge mistake. What was I doing here, I knew I had to be some kind of masochist, but this was beyond reason. Even as I thought this I was struck with how similar everything was. Absolutely nothing had changed. The cruiser and Billy's old red truck were parked in the same spots I had last seen them in. Leave it to Charlie to keep everything exactly the same. Come to think of it in my entire 20 years of life I had never known Charlie to handle any sort of change well, but still I was expecting something to be different. Feel different at least. I sighed and stared around once more before heading up the big oak that lead to Bella's (or what had been Bella's ) window. My mind was telling, well screaming is more accurate, for me to walk away, but even as I thought it I knew I wouldn't listen.

It was just a quick stop, and then I'd head home and face Billy. I just needed to do this first.I needed closure. I needed to prove to myself that she was gone, and maybe a small part of me needed to be close to something that had been a part of her. It had been four years since I had last seen or heard from her; the memory of her departure still strong in my mind. She told me she loved me, but we both knew it wasn't enough. She left and ran straight into her leeches' cold arms. The memory of the invitation he sent me a few weeks later was another thing I was unlikely to ever forget and the idea of having to live with that thought for the rest of my life stung bad.

My arms trembled as I tried to swat that memory out of my mind. Bella was probably Mrs. Bloodsucker now and living her happily ever after, even though it sounds more like a horror story than a fairy tale if you ask me.

I reached her window easily, a lot easier than I had the last time I had tried this-that night seemed like forever ago now. The window was already slightly cracked- You would think that the chief of police would have more sense than to leave his windows wide open like that, but leave it to Charlie to be this trusting. If only he knew the amount of monsters that had been in and out of this window in the past, vampires and werewolves to name a few.

As soon as I climbed through the small frame, I saw her.

"Bell's, honey" was all I managed to choke out before all the air left my body from the shock.

She turned to face me and I saw her lips erupt into a thin smile. The corners of her milk chocolate eyes glistened. She looked more beautiful than I remembered. I willed my legs forward, closing the gap between us. If this was a dream, I didn't want to wake up.

She stood up and tilted her head slightly, tears now streaking her rose-colored cheeks. In that moment, her eyes said it all:

I missed you. I love you. Welcome home.