DISCLAIMER: I don't own the Twilight Saga or the characters.
I'm mad at Edward right now so I'm writing a little Jacob/Bella thing. It's my first so beware. Please review and tell me if I'm doing well or murdering the story. I suspect it may be the latter.
Sparkle:
Alive
The blinding sparkle. It's the only thing she remembered clearly. Unfortunately it was impossible to miss the way he shined in Volterra. What was fuzzy was how she got here. How did she get from Italy back to her room, back in Forks? She remembered the smell as they burned him. Alice hadn't been able to get her away fast enough. They had followed Edward and the guards escorting him to his unique form of suicide. She was quiet; she couldn't alert them of her presence. They followed so far back she could barely make out their silhouettes. They stopped and burned him. There was no remorse this was the job, it was simply procedure. It meant nothing to them that they were murdering the only man she ever loved. She remembered collapsing to her knees and air rushing by her face but after that, nothing. She blanked; it was all replaced by nightmares and tears. Could she live without him?
Charlie's soft call of "Bella," broke her out of her sad memories. She slowly turned to him tears still streaming down her face. He cringed, he couldn't stand seeing her so hurt, but had no way to fix it. "Jake's here," He said with a sad smile and left.
In Charlie's place stood Bella's only source of relief, Jacob. He stopped by everyday to help her through the pain, he would hold her silently as she cried for hours, and that was a comfort to her. Somebody still cared for her. She lost the majority of her friends after Edward left and she didn't have the strength to try and get them back now. Some days she could get out of bed and focus on things other than Edward. Today was not one of those days.
Jacob climbed onto her bed, wrapping his arms around her, bringing her back to reality, showing her she had not died. He wanted her to know she could move on, it would take time, but she could do it. On her good days he took her to the reserve. It was one of the few places where she had no reminder of him. The one place her memories couldn't haunt her, and for that she was grateful. Jake held her looking around the room that still held his haunting memory, wondering if anything could free her from the pain. He sang softly, it always helped calm her down. She would zone out listening to the Quileute songs of nature and go to a calm place void of pain.
Hours passed and Jake had to leave, no matter how much Charlie liked him Jake couldn't stay over all night, at least not to Charlie's knowledge. As he left her room he closed the door gently. He went home ate, changed and ran back to Forks. He climbed the house slipping into her open window. A small smile graced Bella's lips as he slipped into her bed next to her. His warmth encircled her and made her feel real again. If only for the time being.