Disclaimer: Characters and context based on "Twilight" by Stephanie Meyer.
"Jake…" I whispered, tentatively reaching out towards his hand. He didn't react as I lay my hand on his, didn't flinch as I leaned in, silently begging him to understand. He just continued to stare blankly away from me, his expression lifeless.
"Jake…I'm so sorry…" My voice cracked as I choked back tears. I hated this. I hated myself for doing this. But I was trapped, a victim of my own stupid emotions.
Unable to speak anymore, I gently wrapped my little finger around his, and showed him. Showed him my memories of us playing when I was just a child, showed him my diary entries gushing about him…showed him the confusion that had shattered our perfect fairytale. I furnished my memories with love, regret, anguish.
I couldn't stand to look at him anymore, to see the pain in his eyes. Pain that I had caused. I closed my eyes, vaguely aware of the tears sliding down my cheeks. I wanted him to scream at me, to hate me, to wish me dead. But not this, anything but this.
I felt his big, warm hand gently cup my chin, guiding my face upwards to be level with his.
"Honey, you did nothing wrong." I could see he was trying to mask his agony, but that only made it worse. I glanced into his eyes, and I was stuck. I couldn't look away, but I couldn't bear to see. We held each other's gaze, until he slowly pulled away.
And then he was gone. My Jakey. My rock...my best friend…my should-be soul mate.
I couldn't suppress a whimper of… I don't know. Of pain. Of self-hatred.