Yay, Jacob x Bella. This time, I'm going to actually try and get my 30kisses claim completed. And not abandon it. No, sir.
This particular one is set many years after Eclipse. Um. Yeah. Have fun with it?
Theme: the sound of waves
Back at the beach, she thinks, after all these years.
The waves are lapping against her feet. The sun is bearing down heavily from above, but Bella Swan feels no warmth. She hasn't for a long time.
It's been exactly one hundred years since the day Bella was bitten to become a vampire. One hundred years since the day that Edward's teeth sank into her skin and venom started running and the sound of screaming pierced the air.
She's at the beach in La Push, where she and Jacob spent so much time walking hand-in-hand. She's not worried about getting caught; there are no werewolves in La Push anymore, for all of the ones she knew are dead, and none of their children ever transformed. She hopes that her brief visit won't incur the transformation in anyone, because it's not a fate she wishes on them. She knows how it can ruin life and love.
She stares emotionlessly out at the water, and her hand waves lightly through the air beside her, imagining that someone else's hand is there next to hers.
Jacob.
She saw his grave. After only a moment, she had to leave.
Jacob.
Bella sits down in the sand, running her fingers through her hair and listening to the slap and crash of the waves as she imagines the touch and look and kiss of a boy named Jacob Black, and the bitter tang—still present even now—of having love and happiness and an entire life torn away from her by something stronger.
Why are all my Twilight stories depressing? I have mental issues.Oh, and while I'm here, I'm going to shamelessly plug Sunlight and Clouds, my collection of 100-word Twilight drabbles. Not many up yet, but I really want reviews. I like knowing that my stuff doesn't mentally scar people…
RRE.