I was in the forest of a mountain unknown to me. The scent of the pine trees was starting to be a bit overwhelming. Every flake of snow around me seemed to have frozen in mid-air. As I looked from one part of my heart to the other, I realized that I would have to get some heat before i froze to death.
"Choose already!" yelled Jacob, two yards away from my left, half-obscured by the trees surrounding him. I heard Edward give a menacing growl, two yards to my right, and five yards away from Jacob.
"She will choose when she wants to. Don't you dare yell at her," Edward said in his velvet-soft voice, which made the threat sound all the more terrifying.
My body, acting on it's own humane accord, twicthed towards Jacob's inhuman heat. Jacob's eyes seemed to glow with triumph. I steadied myself before I actually took a step. I slowly turned to Edward, and immediately started running to him: when I finally saw his face, it was so contorted with misery that I wanted to hold him, to tell him that it'll be alright, and that I chose him. However, things don't usually go as planned for me.
Edward took me in his arms, and to my disbelief, handed me over to Jacob. Jacob held me cradled against his body as Edward started to walk backward, away from me, into the thickness of the forest, his eyes never once leaving my face as he said, "You need to be with him. He can give you things I cannot. He can give you human memories I can only wish I could give you. You need to be with him."
And with that, he disappeared. I dropped to my knees, or at least tried to: Jacob was still holding me. He stroked my hair as I let salty tears pour onto his bare chest. I realized right then, that now that Edward had left me again, there was really no hope that he would be convinced to come back a second time. I realized then, that my life was over.
I woke with a start. It was light outside my bedroom window. Yes, now I remember, I'm in my bedroom, far away from any forest-infested mountain. I felt around under my sheets for the stone coldness of my heart and soul. His hand found mine before I found his. I let out a deep, long sigh. Then, he was hovering over me, his liquid-topaz eyes bored into mine.
"What is it, Love?" my angel whispered, his voice full of worry, coated with sorrow. I must have spoken in my sleep.
"Nothing...just a dream," I answered his question with what I hoped sounded like as much sincerity as I could muster.
That's right, I told myself, it was just a dream.