"If You Ever Leave Me Baby, Leave Some Morphine At My Door, 'Cause It Would Take A Whole Lot Of Medication To Realize What We Used To Have We Don't Have Anymore. Just Like The Clouds My Eyes Will Do The Same, If You Walk Away Every Day It Will Rain." - Bruno Mars; It Will Rain

I was what you could call the definition of a hopeless romantic. The idea of love itself seemed so beautiful to me, knowing that one person out there thought the entire world of you was a feeling no one could ever deny was insane. I knew well enough that life wasn't like a movie, but it didn't stop me from wishing it was, which was probably the exact same for every other sixteen year old teenager in the world right now.

So naturally, when the concept of imprinting was thrown on me, I had no intention of thinking to deny it. It was magic, it was fate; two things I whole heartedly believed in. I think the most magical part for me was that you knew it was forever, even after you died, your souls were bound together for eternity. Okay, so I made it sound like a curse just then, but honestly, feeling that pull towards someone, that need and desire to constantly be with them didn't make it feel like it was. I felt special, I felt an endless amount of love, and I felt as if I fit perfectly like a puzzle piece.

Of course just because I was so enthralled by it, didn't necessarily mean the other half of I did. Yep, that was just about where my luck ran out, which doesn't really come as a surprise since the average life of me nothing ever completely went my way.

So here I was, my body still and cold, and the stench of blood so thick that I could taste it along with my own, the faint cries of pain or anguish from others rang out like a bell. It made my heart ache in excruciating pain, more than it already did so, and it made my eyelids feel heavy. I was going to die. No doubt about it, my body was broken, I couldn't move a single bone, not even a finger. I'm not afraid of dying, its natural, but dying in the way things had turned out was what scared me. I was scared of knowing things would never be fixed, I was scared of knowing I was leaving the most important thing in the world to me without them fully knowing how much they meant to me.

If I had enough strength I would have broken out with a Katy Perry song right about now. There I go, cracking jokes even in my time of death, and I may have even laughed if my chest didn't feel crushed, bits of broken glass tangled into my brown hair. I at least wished I had someone here to whisper words of encouragement in my ear, telling me that I was gonna be okay, lies that I only wanted to hear just so I wouldn't feel so lost. Someone to make me feel warm and safe, like I always felt, instead of the cold lonely air I was dealing with right now.

I kept thinking that if I wished for him to be here bad enough then he would magically appear, making me happy even for these last few moments of my life, making me happy with going. My best friend since I was thirteen, the idiot with the overly infectious smile, a big heart and beautiful in every way possible, who turned out to be the very person I was meant to spend the rest of my life with; Jacob Black. It's a shame from the beginning it was clear that was never going to happen.

7 Months Earlier...

The constant tapping, or should I say heavy knocking, that repeated on my window caused me to let out a loud groan, and rolling over onto the other side of my bed I looked to the alarm clock on my bed side table. I did not enjoy being woken up at three forty in the morning, and it wasn't the first time either, or the second, in fact being woken up from a deep slumber in the early hours of the morning occurred almost every night.

"It's unlocked you moron!"

I knew for a fact Jake had heard me, seeing as he had unnatural hearing abilities, so when I heard the window slide open to my left and the heavy footing of Jake land on my floor boards, I decided to bury my head deeply into my pillow and resume my peaceful sleep. Moments later after the window had been shut I felt him collapse onto my bed, taking up the entire other half of it, his warm arm draping its self over my shoulder as he let out a deep sigh. Letting out one of my own I rolled over, resting my arm under my head to look him in the eye, it was going to be one of those nights.

I could see him give me an apologetic smile through the darkness, dressed in his usual attire of nothing but cut off shorts. I can't say it ever really bothered me, as I had spent my teen years with him, Embry and Quil. Never the less it didn't stop the insane surge of butterflies in the pit of my stomach every time he laid his dark brown eyes on me, and running a hand through my tangled brown hair I looked to him, waiting for him to speak.

"It's Bella." Of course, it always was when it came to Jacob's down moods. I ignored the feeling of my stomach dropping in side, and attempted to smile back at him through the dark.

"Dr. Phil time, so spill."

He let out a deep chuckle, running a hand through his messy hair, before bringing it to touch the top of my head, lingering there while he spoke. I'd never met Bella, nor did I ever want to, I'd heard enough come from Jacob about how amazing she was and how he loved how pale her skin naturally was that I could just about create an image of her in my head, which to be honest, didn't look all that. Even before Jake had gone through his change, when he had his long hair, he seemed so besotted by her that it irritated me, while Embry and Quil just seemed to find it funny.

I tried to stay positive about liking her, but from hearing the way she treated Jake, and seemed to class him as her consolation prize, she really made it difficult. She increased my dislike after Jake had decided to tell me before his patrol tonight that she had decided to leave him and go chasing after her random boyfriend abroad.

Jake honestly was the best person I knew, he was so loyal and overly forgiving, to the point where it may have been a fault. But it didn't make him a bad person, it just made him too nice, where people like Bella openly took advantage, and me, but I don't count because he's my best friend. Real best friend. Since apparently Bella so openly speaks about him being hers, when she's only known him for less than six months, you can't beat three and a half years of friendship.

I looked to Jake sadly as he finished his rant, snuggling up to him in the covers and taking in his warmth, which came in handy quite a bit seeing as we lived in La Push, his arm wrapped around me and I rested my head on his shoulder laying in silence for a while before I spoke.

"I don't doubt that she can't see how great you are, I just think she takes it for granted … and it's really her loss."

He didn't say anything, but the soft kiss I felt him plant over my hair was an indication that he understood, and that he was thankful for me listening, and without anymore thoughts I fell back into a deep sleep, feeling safe and warm next to Jacob.

I woke up feeling over heated and a sweat breaking out, which is not how I like to wake up in the morning, or should I say afternoon, looking to my bedside clock and noticing it was past twelve. Wriggling out from under Jacob's arm and insane body temperature, I got out of bed, attempting to run a hand through my tangled bed hair.

Stumbling into the bathroom across the hall, I noticed the house was eerily quite, indicating that my father wasn't at home, and rubbed the crust out of my brown eyes as I looked in the mirror. Rubbing a hand over my face and taking in my lightly tanned skin, being half Quileute helped in that, but my small lips and thin nose were probably the only features that indicated I wasn't full, inheriting both those and my light brown hair from my mother.

Going about my usual bathroom routine I walked back into my room to change, throwing on a red checkered shirt and blue jeans, and pulled my hair back into a messy bun. Walking around to Jakes side of the bed I pulled back the covers, not that it did much for him since his own body heat kept him warm, and began to shake him awake. It wasn't an easy task, seeing as he slept like a rock, and my small hand did barely anything when compared to his boulder sized biceps.

This was my polite way of trying to wake him, and seeing that it never worked I usually resulted to pulling him off the bed, which again wasn't an easy task, feeling like I was trying to pull a whale off. When it eventually happened, Jake fell face first into the floorboards, and I held no shame in laughing loudly at the sound of it, leaning on the window sill for support.

His head snapped up to give me a large glare, and I found myself rolling my eyes at him, "Oh please, don't look at me like it hurt! It was the only way to get you up."

Jacob's glare never left his face, but I could see the traces of a smile fighting to emerge on his face, and when he finally stood up to his full height I tossed him a black T-shirt, one of the many that he would leave here before running off into the woods.

"I may be used to it, but if dad ever came in and saw you topless in my bed … I'd rather not get the pep talk about the birds and the bee's."

"Actually I think he'd be happy someone as godlike as me was in your bed, and not some random stranger."

Jacob's adorned a smirk on his face as we shuffled out of my bedroom and down the stairs towards the kitchen, figures. That boy and food were soul mates, he hovered anything that was given to him on a plate, and always asked for seconds. An eyebrow rose on my face and looking at him sceptically I spoke with a monotone voice.

"I think the main reason we became friends Jake, was because I thought your modesty was astounding."

Jacob snorted, diving for the fridge to bring out a number of things to make one big meal, consisting of bacon, baked beans and eggs, all of which I knew he expected me to cook, and lucky for him I hard a large appetite. Grabbing the frying pan off the rack, and a couple of sausages from the cupboard I set up our meal, turning on the radio to fill the place with some music.

Jacob slung an arm over my shoulder, leaning forward to take a deep breath in of the scent of bacon, and although our close proximity was a usual occurrence, I still had to fight back the blush that was creeping up my neck. Resting his chin on my shoulder while he watched me, we were both silent, not really needing any conversation to fill the gaps, not that we ever needed to, sometimes we just enjoyed each other's company like that.

He sighed longingly, looking at the food on his plate as if he were a love sick puppy, and I had to refrain myself from rolling my eyes at his animalistic behaviour.

"Silver Kwaiya, have I ever told you how god damned good your cooking is?"

"All the time, and I'm starting to think that's the only reason you're still friends with me … but then I realize this is me where talking about and that I'm too awesome for that to ever happen."

"And you said my modesty was astounding." I grimaced at the amount of chewed food I saw in Jacob's mouth as he spoke, and used my hand to forcefully push his face away from my direction.

"You're such a dog! Stop talking with your mouthful!"

A muffled laugh came out from his still full mouth, and I had to let out one of my own as he opened his mouth wide again, showing his food to be even more mashed up just for the kicks of grossing me out. Slapping his face away with force this time I stuck my tongue out at him, earning a rather uncomfortable head lock and noogie from him as we sat at the dining table in the kitchen.

"God, I love you." He said amusedly as he finally let go of my head, and resumed back to devouring his food, I shrugged at him like a child, giving him a wide smile, "I know."

So just a heads up, there wont be much of a chronological order to this, chapters are going to jump from present to past. Past being memories, and well .. present being present, haha, but yes anyway I was really nervous about posting this so please just let me know you like it or not ... that would be loads of help! :)