This story is posted in drafts. Right now, you're looking at the very first, rough draft. The other drafts are the other chapters. :) Please, review. But don't judge this draft.
I watched as the sparks from the fire wandered through the air like lost fireflies. The flames below crackled with delight. Not that I'm a pyromaniac or anything, but it might have actually been really relaxing if this situation wasn't so dang awkward.
Jacob sat across from me, illuminated by the fire's warm glow. There was no trace of his normally playful demeanor. Instead, his face was nearly blank of any expression. His eyes had a haunted longing, and it looked as if he were searching for something in the light that danced before him. Something he would never find.
A chill ran down my spine. No matter how much I tried not to think like some type of *pathetic nice person*, I couldn't help but pity him. Sam had left me once, and even that was almost too much to handle. Jacob had had his heart broken by Bella twice – first personally, then through her mutant spawn. Even so, I understood his heartache and I'm pretty sure after all this he's gone through he could probably summon up an ounce of empathy for me. Hell, we could start a club. Call it People Against Imprinting Nonsense. PAIN for short.
Somewhere off in the distance, a wolf howled. Under normal circumstances, I would have phased to see what all the fuss was about, but I'd learned to ignore it in the few years Jacob and I had gone off on our own. Well, not totally on our own. Renesmee had to accompany us. She and Jacob were a package deal, with a label that said Individual units not for sale. Tough luck for me. I didn't really have much of a choice in the matter, anyway. It was either join his pathetic little pack or risk going back to Sam and the rest of them. Personally, I would rather be skinned alive and have the remains thrown in a pit of rabid bloodsuckers than go back to him.