I feel fine and I feel good. I'm feeling like I never should. Whenever I get this way, I just don't know what to say. Why can't we be ourselves like we were yesterday?
You were sitting on the piano bench when I came by. She was beside you, creating melodious sounds with the consecutive pressing of ivory keys. When she started singing, you looked like you were in ecstasy.
I, on the other hand, felt tortured.
"Jacob," I said, willing to get it over with as fast as I can. The music stopped. You turned around, looking completely shocked. "When did you get here, Leah?"
That hurt, I have to admit. You didn't even notice my presence. But I still put on a nonchalant face and replied with "A while ago. Billy asked for you. Said he needed help with the car." I left after that; I'm not masochistic.
I'm not sure what this could mean. I don't think you're what you seem. I do admit to myself that if I hurt someone else then you'll never see just that we're meant to be.
I was leaving for California (I wanted to try my luck in a different environment) that day and wanted closure.
You were the last one I visited. You were at the Cullens, with Nessie, but I wasn't going to let something as trivial as such to hinder my purpose.
I walked towards you, gave you a hug and put a CD in your back pocket.
"I love you, Jacob. Bye."
Everytime I think of you I get a shot right through into a bolt of blue. It's no problem of mine but it's a problem I find: living a life that I can't leave behind.
A/N: The song is Bizzare Love Triangle by New Order/Frente/The Speaks. It's the song in the CD Leah gave Jacob. I don't own anything.