So this is set during New Moon.
This is a whole different world away from writting funny little pieces and I'm not sure i did it justice. So it's your mission to tell me what you think! Sound like a plan? I thought so!

Disclaimer: I do not own the characters because Stephenie Meyer does. I also don't own Campbell or Lipton.


It was a bleak Saturday. Nothing to do, nothing to watch on T.V. Jacob and I were at the grocery store. It was only open for a few hours today. 9:00am - 4:00pm. It was just after one when I realized I had nothing to make for dinner and now it was about one thirty.

Jacob had gone to the other end of the store to grab a bag of milk while I went to the canned-goods isle to find some vegetable soup. Charlie and Billy were fishing and I felt too lazy to actually make any dinner tonight. Jacob and I had decided canned soup was our best option.

I walked down the isle looking for the Campbell's label. It didn't take me long to find it and even less time to search out three cans of vegetable soup. Jake would eat all of what I didn't of the first and then finish off the other two by himself. He ate like it was going out of style!

I picked up the cans and placed them in the buggy, but before I could make it out of the isle my eyes caught on a box of Lipton's chicken noodle. A memory came crashing back to me. Hitting me with the force of a tidal wave.

It was the middle of the summer and I'd gotten a cold somehow. I was lying on a fluffy white couch in the Cullen's living room. He was stroking my hair, trying to sooth me.

"Edward, you don't have to sit with me you know. I'm probably just going to fall asleep and even if I don't I won't be much fun." I told him. He planted a kiss on my forehead.

"There is no way I'm going to leave you here to suffer alone." He whispered in my ear. I sighed and crawled into his lap.

"If you insist." He chuckled against the shoulder he was kissing.

"Oh, I do."

My stomach growled.

"Are you hungry, love?"

"Yes." He picked me up bridal style and carried me to the kitchen. He set me down on the counter and then set to work pulling out a pot and a packet of Lipton's chicken noodle soup. He filled the pot with the right amount of water and placed it on the stove. I watched in awe as he glided around the kitchen placing a bowl and a spoon on the counter beside me.

When the soup was done he poured some into my bowl and then picked me and the bowl up and went back to the living room. He spent the next half hour feeding me the entire bowl of soup and then the rest of the day with me wrapped up in a few blankets drifting in and out of sleep.

The memory ended and the soup isle washed back into view.

How could I have let myself remember that? How? Yes, Jacob made me feel better but not this much. Not enough to let my blocks down. Not enough to remember. The hole appeared as a pin prick and started growing. Ripping me apart. Sucking my heart into the nothingness it created. Pain consumed my body and mind.

There is no way I'm going to leave you here to suffer alone. But here I was, suffering alone.

No! NO! Stop remembering! I screamed at myself. I didn't know how to make the hole stop growing. His face flashed behind the lids of my closed eyes. His smile. His eyes. Rain drops in his hair. Perfectly molded cheek bones. Long eyelashes. I smelt his scent wafting off him. Took a deep breath. Too deep, I almost lost myself in the hole. I could feel tears on my cheeks, could hear myself let out a noise that sounded the way mangled heart felt.

I hugged my arms around my stomach, attempting to keep myself together. It did nothing. The hole grew bigger than my stomach, and then bigger than my torso. I heard myself hit the ground but couldn't feel it over the pain I already felt. I pushed my back against the metal shelves and pulled my knees up to my stomach and held them there tightly.

"Bella?" I knew that voice. It was suppose to comfort me. I felt warm arms fold around me and pick me up. I knew those arms. They were pushing me together. The waves of heat coming from the arms were too much for the hole. It retreated back to my stomach. It was still there, still open, still gnawing on my heart. But now I could wipe away my tears and look to see who the arms belonged to.

Jake's face was contorted into a look of pain. Was I doing that?

"Come on Bells, let's just go home. I'll make us some toast with sliced cheese melted on top." That was our favourite afternoon snack for weekends. The familiarity of it kicked at the hole. It shrank a bit more. It paused from its past time of abusing my heart and my heart was able to sneak out of its clawing grasp and pointed teeth.

I nodded my head in consent and Jacob turned and started out to my truck.


The hole was still there the rest of the day. Sometimes it would attempt an attack on me again and I'd stumble or wince and Jacob was always right there to catch me or hug me tight and the hole was pushed back into its caged area.

I didn't want to go to sleep. I was afraid the hole would finish me off so I drank tea after tea heaped with sugar and made Jake put on What Not to Wear so that I hand something mindless to concentrate on. He never asked one question about my breakdown. I had a hunch that he knew what happened. Jake always knew what was wrong with me.

It was nearly eleven thirty when I first started to feel tired. Charlie had come home an hour ago and gone straight to bed, muttering something about having dinner at Billy's and some fish bigger than the kitchen counter. He didn't ask one question about Jake still being there or when he was going home.

My head teetered to the side Jacob was sitting on and it tapped his shoulder. This woke me back up and clued him into how tired I was. He looked right in my eyes and I knew he saw the turmoil floating around my head.

"You can go to sleep Bella. I won't leave you alone tonight. You can sleep on the couch and I'll sleep on the floor. Just wake me up if you need me." I shook my head. There was no way I was going to sleep. Jake took my tiny, shivering hand in his big, warm, comforting one.

"C'mon Bells. You need to sleep. I promise I will not leave you." I shook my head again. I was so scared. I didn't want to see his face anymore today and I knew that if I fell asleep I'd see it, maybe even hear his voice, saying those same words he always said.

You don't want me?

No.

"Please Bella, for me, sleep a few hours."

"I can't Jake. It hurts too much." My voice sounded hollow and echoic even to me. He lifted me from my seat beside him and held me on his lap, crushing me to his chest. Closed in the warm protecting cocoon of his arms I felt as though nothing could hurt me and my eye lids started to droop. My thoughts started to fuzz over.

"What did he do to you Bella?" I wasn't sure if he was even actually talking to me but I was too tired to care and too incoherent to try and figure it out.

"He took away my heart. But it's okay, Jake. It belongs to him anyways." I yawned and snuggled into his chest. I could sleep here. I was safe for now. I let my mind slip off into the black abyss that called to it. But not before hearing:

"Well, I wish he was here so I could steal it away from him."