The faded thing holds wrinkles as it stays hidden in the palm of my hand, edges smiling up at me thanks to old age and it wants to be placed in the hand that I hold tighter then I should.
'Rosalie Hale, age 15, 'our little princess'
Sometimes staring at the me I used to be I want to burn it away, torch away the last bit I remember of 'that life' because that smiling little girl with her flushed cheeks and mind full of pretty dresses and knights on horses, is not me any more and for that I thank god.
The words scream out at me, our little princess, and all that's left is the words, the screams I would have liked to shout at them, the two of them that we're part of what I am today, a monster.
"Your early Rose, something happen?"
His fingers kissed my hair as he came back on two feet, crooked little smile warming my heart and lips always with a lovely growl.
My troubles no matter how deep always seemed to melt away at every little kiss and every secret meeting forbidden love growing deep in our hearts.
"Jacob, I don't have much time. I can only distract Edward for a few moments, so please listen to me."
It didn't take much to distract Edward who as always was fawning over Bella, his little miss monster with her new fangs and red eyes to match, I just kept one thought in my head, my h-husband.
It was on reply in my head, his lips biting mine and the flowers that surrounded us on that first night, it hurt to think of him and the heart-shattering secret that always was there on my lips and mind.
I never let myself think of Jacob, the image of him fresh from transformation and a kiss on his lips, no, but he was always there in the back of my head calling to me in a silent howl that grew day after day.
"Rose? What's wrong?"
The faded photograph was burning into my palm, white-hot and ready to be with him where it can finally be chilly and forever peaceful.
I pushed it in his hands, finding myself calmer as his eyes fell on it, that little crooked smile just for me forming and a howl bit into the air, filling every part of me.
"Jacob, not so loud, they might hear you. I have to go, but promise me you won't show this to anyone, anyone. If he finds you with this, it's all over and he'll try and start the war right then and there. Sure when he finds us out he'll beat you pretty hard but if he sees that you have this he'll kill you, and I'm not taking that chance and neither are you."
Warm skin on my cold told me my answer, lips finding the lips of a lover forever trapped in a world with husbands and boundary lines.
"I promise, I promise Rosalie Hale, I promise Rosalie Black."
He left, slipping back into his real skin and bounding forward, a spring in his step and a smile in his howl.
On the way, home, not home, never home, home is here in that wolfs huge warm arms, it took all my force and might to keep one thing from my mind,
Rosalie Black.