Well, this just a little something I wanted to get off my chest. Hope you enjoy. I don't own anything, besides the idea.
Jacob was running through the forest. Rain wetted his thick coat of fur and lush vegetation blurred by his head as his paws pounded hard against the wet ground. He was panting, the sound of his labored breathing and his rapid heartbeat being the only thing he could hear through the raging storm. Jacob wasn't sure where he was going, he just knew that he couldn't stay there, couldn't bear to look at their pitying faces, some even disgusted. He had to get away. He needed to be as far away as possible from forks, from La push, damm, even the other side of Washington wasn't far enough.
He just knew that the pain in his heart was starting to become unbearable and the constant reminder that was his best friend wasn't helping. He was starting to hate her, Bella, not because he wanted to, but simply because she represented everything he couldn't have. Just the sight of her, her twinkling eyes and her happy smile, sent another wave of hate, and jealousy, and hurt, coursing through his veins. So Jacob ran, he ran like there was no tomorrow, even if his chest hurt from the effort of breathing and his limbs trembled from the lack of rest.
But the pain of his body was ok, even welcomed, as it kept him from thinking about the pain squeezing his heart in a vice grip. It wasn't fair, Jacob thought, that after all the pain he'd suffered through out his life, Fate would take away his chance at love, life and even family, by making him imprint on a vampire, a male vampire. And when he saw the anger and the disgust in his mate's eyes as he realized what had happen, even as he wrapped an arm around Bella, as if afraid Jacob would launch himself at them like an animal. The rejection had been clear. I'm with Bella, the gesture had screamed, louder than any words. And Jacob had ran, ignoring his packs pleas for him to stay, and not to ran from them.
And now, as he came to a stop in a beautiful clearing, his body too exhausted to continue, and the pain in his heart increasing tenfold, he hoped, even against his will, that his mate was happy.
And, as he finally succumbed to the darkness, Jacob allowed his tears to fall.
Days later, the local newspaper would announce the sad and tragic death of young Jacob Black, who, in the heart of an unforgiving storm, had become lost in a camping trip with a group of friends, and had succumbed to the freezing temperatures of the night.
The funeral was held a few days later, full of weeping family members and friends; and among the trees, a young boy of no more than 17, looked on, deep grimace marring his beautiful face, feeling as if something had gone terribly wrong, and all thanks to him.
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