A/N: This is a result of a bit of randomness and an incredibly dull AP Euro class. The pairing is Jacob/Bella, though you could argue Edward/Bella too. I just wrote it with Jacob in mind. Anyways, enjoy.

"I'm sorry."

He stroked the side of my face with the edge of his thumb, his dark eyes unreadable. I wanted to turn away, to avoid the raw pain that spoke far more than any words. But I knew that we were past avoiding, past pretending that everything could be the way it used to. I had done the damage- sealed the deal, so to speak.

Waves of self-loathing crashed into streams of regret- I could love him, so easily it made my heart yearn for him, for the simple existence of just…..being. He was my healer, my escape. I owed my life to him ten times over- more, maybe. And yet I could never repay him, not in the way that he wanted. Ever lingering, however was the sensation of falling; I had plunged into the abyss without realizing I had tripped in the first place. Now I was sprawled before him, in too deep to ever consider rising.

"Are you sure?"

His fingers traced the edge of my jaw line, my lips.

I nodded, suppressing the warmth that settled in my stomach, flushing my cheeks. I couldn't desire him; it would only make things worse. My body, though, seemed to have other ideas, detaching itself from my otherwise logical brain. I take half a step closer, the world suddenly out of balance.

What if I wasn't sure? Would I feel differently if he hadn't come back? Most importantly, why did I want him to kiss me?

I wouldn't let myself find out, wrenching out of his grip and disappearing into the forest beyond.