A/N: Here is another translation of one of my French fictions. sentinel10 did an amazing job - as always, she's truly a wonderful Beta reader - and I can't thank her enough for her patience and her kindness.
I hope you guys will like this fic. The chapters will all be in Jacob's point of view, and here is the prologue! Enjoy!
Seated on the edge of the cliff, I looked towards the moonlight. It seems cold - too cold. Much like the reflection of what my life had become after her death and the reflection of what she had become since that fateful day.
I was devastated the day she gave birth to Renesmee. Living the last moments of Bella's life like a human-being literally destroyed me. I was broken almost as much as - no, I wasn't living anymore.
Bella had everything I loved in a girl. At least, everything I thought I loved. Time passing by and devoted friends tended to show someone things that didn't always seem obvious but which were, nevertheless. She wasn't made for me. It took me a lot of time and getting my ass kicked finally made me realize it.
Bella Swan-Cullen and I weren't meant to be together.
The moon faded and I smiled when I saw the Morning Star. I couldn't count how many times we argued about this star, but every time I saw it, I thought of her. She always annoyed me when she'd tell me that people were wrong because it wasn't a star but a planet, and she couldn't stand when I'd say that as long as it was shining, it was a star. She'd reply that she didn't care because even though it might be shining, it didn't sparkle for long, so it didn't particularly matter to her. The Morning Star was announcing the dawn and a new day, hopefully happier than those we had behind us.
I got up slowly and dusted off my shorts, smiling at the idea that in a few hours, I'd finally meet her in her home, with her mother who wasn't really happy to see me hanging out with her daughter, given the history we had together. But I didn't care.
My cellphone vibrated in my pocket and I perked up. I'd decided to spend most of my savings to buy a cell so that she'd be able to call me whenever she wanted. It was definitely not easy to carry it as a wolf, but I got used to it, for her.
I looked at the message she sent me, smiling all over again.
I'm up. The Morning Star made me think of you. Do you see it, now? Happy days in perspective, don't you think?
For her, the Morning Star was a symbol of hope. And for me, it was her. Just her.
She'd become my Morning Star, the one that let me dream of a brighter future. She had brought me to life when I was at my worst, and I was sincerely hoping to do the same for her one day, if it wasn't already the case.
I replied to her message immediately before phasing.
Yes, I'd bet on it. I'm coming.