Disclaimer: Twilight Saga belongs to SM. This story, however, is all mines.


Chapter One: Beginning of an End

Where are you and I'm so sorry
I cannot sleep I cannot dream tonight
I need somebody and always
This sick strange darkness
Comes creeping on so haunting every time
And as I stared I counted
Webs from all the spiders
Catching things and eating their insides
Like indecision to call you
and hear your voice of treason
Will you come home and stop this pain tonight
Stop this pain tonight

(Blink 182- I miss you)

BPOV

The intense excruciating pain rocketed through my entire body as I tried to ignore it and focus on the task that was more important to me than anything else at the moment. The unintentional cry escaped my lips as the pain became unbearable, I bit down on my lip to quench the subsequent cries which were to follow if I did not do hence. My legs buckled under me and my eyes shut tightly on their own accord as another layer of pain coursed through my body and this time I could not hold back, I called out his name in pain.

"Jacob…" I cried out in a shaky voice and then a little louder, holding the edge of the table for support.

He turned around and this expression suddenly changed to alarm.

"Bella," he cried out in alarm and rushed towards me, I felt him hold my arm and support my hefty form. I looked up at his face and tried to memorize his features, the way his short hair parted in the middle, they always had, and they were raised upward from the front so that his wide forehead seemed wider. The lines on his forehead as it got contorted with worry. The black eyes somehow seemed larger behind the thin frame of his glasses. I remembered how I had told him thin frames did not look good on him, he hadn't bought thin frames from then onwards till the day he bought his last thick frame glasses. His lips were large, swollen and pink. His face was dark.

He wasn't handsome, not at all, at least not by my standards, yet I still searched for his face in crowds. Nothing about him was out of the ordinary, yet I was still looking at him with worshiping eyes, pleading eyes.

He somehow dragged me to the car and gently laid me inside, while he got in the driver seat and started the car. I gripped my bulging stomach as the pain intensified. Pain laced with uncertainty, longing and a sliver of hope.

He was silent. I wished he would talk, so I could hear the worry which I saw in his eyes take the shape of words. How could someone explain what you saw in someone's eyes to people, how could you make them believe you actually saw it, it is enough evidence for you but for others for quiet so. His words would hold a physical proof that he cared, enough to worry.


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