Chapter 1
Renesmee's P.O.V
Jacob continued to stare at the ceiling straight faced. I cuddled closer to him. He didn't even flinch. He sat like stone next to me on my bed.
"Jake," I said quietly, "whats wrong?"
He tensed. I could hear his heart beat rise. He turned his head and looked down at me. I stared at him with longing eyes.
"Nothing," he whispered flatly.
We continured to stare at each other in silence for a moment.
"Don't you dare lie to me," I whispered.
His eyes widened a little. He quickly turned his attention back to the ceiling. He bit his like then sighed.
"Jake, I love you. You can tell me anything. I'm 'sixteen', I think I can handle it," I reasured him.
He sighed again and looked at me questioningly. The look on his face was a little scary. But I couldn't tell what it was...
"Have you ever thought about death?" he asked.
The question caught me totally off guard. Death? Where did that come from?
"Um... I - I dont know," I studdered.
He laughed humorlessly. "Thats why I didn't want to ask. You look terrified."
"Have you ever thought about death Jacob?" I retorted.
There was no hesitation when he said, "Of course."
I gawked at him, trying not to break down. He frowned.
"You said not to lie," he pointed out.
I nodded. He was right.
"So by death do you mean like dying of natural causes or murder or suicide?" I asked.
"Um... suicide," he said too calmly.
"In my case then, I have never thought about death," I replied.
He nodded. "Good."
"Have you?"
"I already told you," he said.
Before I said anything else Jacob got up and walked to my window.
"You leaving?" I questioned.
"I probably should. Its late."
I got up and gave him a hug.
"I'm sorry if my question upset you Nessie. It was just a thought," he whispered.
"Its not the question. Its the answer that scares me," I said.
He held me tighter.
"I'm so sorry," he said.
I had the feeling he wasn't talking about the question or the answer but something completely different. A secret maybe. Right before I ran my hands up his arms he caught my wrists. He leaned down and kissed me passionately. When he let go he whispered,
"I'm sorry."
"I don't know what you're sorry about."
"Good."
And with that, he ducked out my window and into the night.