Disclaimer: Kudos to Stephanie Meyer for writing such an excellent series.
So I've been lurking fan fiction for a looooong time and I've never found one that actually has what I imagined happening, so I've been thinking, and I've decided I might take a stab at writing one myself.
So here's a brief glimpse of what's to come, this isn't the first chapter, but if anyone likes it, I'll continue.
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BPOV
I sat alone in the tiny hut, staring at the clock. Thinking. Reminiscing. Fretting.
A million questions flooded my mind, were was Jacob, were was Edward, why am I sitting here alone in this damn hut? Why am I left here alone and scared? Did I make the right choice?
I jump as the door opens, and, in my haste to see who is entering, knock over the chair I was sitting on. It thuds to the ground, stirring up piles of dust.
Jacob black looks at me.
Looks into me.
His eyes full of sorrow, his beautiful russet skin pale.
"Bella, I have to tell you something. Please don't hate me"
My eyes are full of tears before he even says it.
