A/N: Hmm. This is my first Twilight fic... er, drabble. Anyway, I wasn't really sure where I was going with this. I just really like Jacob Black. So, yeah. Enjoy.


"When you finally agreed to marry me." The bloodsucker's voice is even, though tinged with triumph. He had said that he would fight. I should have been prepared, should have been ready for the pain. But I wasn't. Never had I ever imagined this.

The words echoed in my head; my muscles locked, and I froze, unthinking, no longer able to hear Bella's voice, or the other answering voice.

When the realization finally hit me, there was nothing I could do to control my body. As if from a distance, I heard the pathetic, angry, agonized howl tear through my throat, felt my body take off running. But I couldn't focus on that. Too many anguished thoughts were rushing through my head, blocking out everything else.

I should have seen it coming-- should have seen that I was deluding myself. There never was a choice for her. She had already made up her mind. My mantra of don't give up, don't give up, she loves you, she loves you seemed pathetically transparent to me now.

How could I have ever thought I could win her over? He had left her broken, completely in pieces, and she had allowed him to step back in and pick her back up again, even after everything he did to her-- everything that he didn't do for her, things that I did to make her whole again. She would give up everything to be one of them-- just to be with him. After everything she had said and done, how could I have deluded myself into thinking that I had a chance?

But I had been so sure that I did. A small part of me still couldn't believe that she didn't love me. After all that we had gone through-- it was impossible, wasn't it, for her not to love me? Even as my heart was being torn in two, even as it was being ripped out of my chest, I still had to believe that she loved me. I had nothing if I didn't have her love.

That thought made the anguish even more unbearable.


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