This is a fanfiction of Twilight. Jake is Jacob Black and I don't own him! I only own my chars and my storyline. Not the real story or original chars.
Jakes POV-
One of my earliest memories of her was when I was about six years old. It was late at night, and I couldn't sleep so I roamed the halls of the third floor of her home. I walked down the hallway from my bedroom, toward the grand staircase. I paused at the top of the stairs. The closest door to my right was ajar. I creeped as silently as I could to the door and slowly pushed the door open a little further. The only light in the room was coming from the open window. The curtians blew softly in the breeze coming through the window. She was twirling and swaying around the room, dancing on top of the shadows the moonlight made on the floor. Her long dark hair shone in the light and flew around her face as she spun. Her small shadow danced after her, just as graceful as she was herself. When she turned toward the doorway I saw tears streaming down her face, and a sad smile that made time freeze. It was the smile of an angel, not a demon.
I opened my eyes to find my face wet from crying. I got out of the tangled mess of what was my bedsheets, walked into the hall, and straight into the bathroom door. My older sister, Rachel, started yelling at me. "Hey! I'm not done yet! Stay out there 'til I'm done!" "OK OK! Sorry." I muttered as I sat against the wall. She could have been a little nicer, I thought. My mind wandered back to my dream. That dream.. No.. It wasn't a dream. It was a memory from 10 years ago. It's been almost 4 years since I last saw the girl from my memory. The last time we saw each other before she left, she kissed me. It lasted about 3 seconds and her lips were really soft.
I brought my fingers to my lips jusr as Rachel came out of the bathroom. "Yo, I'm out!" She frowned and whacked me on the head with a towel. "Hey!" I flinched. "It's your fault for not paying attention." She turned around and walked down the hall. "I'm going to go see Paul." She waved over her shoulder as she rounded the corner. The pack didn't need me until later so I got up and slid into the bathroom, shutting the door behind me. I stood in front of the mirror with one hand on either side of the sink. I had streaks down my face from the tears. I turned on the faucet and splashed my face a few times. After turning off the water and drying off my face, I backed up until my back hit the wall. I thought about the memory. I thought about her, and I realized, I missed her. I wanted to see her again. I wanted to hold her close to me and never let go so she could never leave my side again.