Jacob's POV~
I was sitting in the moonlight at First Beach, on a hollow tree… on our hollow tree.
I thought back to all that had happened that day and couldn't hold it in anymore. I bent my head and cried into my large hands.
Then I heard it…. The voice that I loved and longed to hear. The voice of my angel.
"Jake?" I looked up, knowing as I did so, it would be my undoing. I knew she couldn't be real.
I knew that I had been close to insanity before this, but I suppose today pushed me over the teetering edge I had been on.
But even I never thought that I could have an imagination so detailed as to remember every detail of her.
Her pale skin, her thin frame, the rosey blush in her cheeks, and her eyes… I knew I couldn't have remembered those orbs of purest golden brown on my own.
I wasn't insane…
not yet anyway.
She was really here, softly glowing in the moonlight.
She was so beautiful that it hurt to look at her.
White really was her color, but the irony of that beauty made me want to start crying again.
This was the dress that she had worn to the close of her life.
And the reason that she was no longer in my life.
"What do you want Bella?" my voice came out raspy and harsh. She flinched, great.
"I…"
She looked down, blushing as always, and I couldn't take it anymore.
My head dropped into my hands again so I only heard her voice.
"Jake, I know that I have hurt you and I know that there is no excuse for doing so other than I thought that I loved him."
My head snapped up so fast that my neck cracked, the sound made her flinch and look up at me.
Her eyes smoldered in the darkness, making a fire begin in my stomach. Not the kind of fire that occurred before I phased, but a different sensation.
It was slow, and much more intense than anything I had ever felt.
"Loved?"
I put the emphasis on the "d". "Bella, you MARRIED him for God's sake! You are his, you always told me that."
The pain must be showing in my eyes now.