This is if bella didn't jump off the cliff. Enjoy! -A

Pg 359 new moon

"No, Bella" He was angry now, and that anger was so lovely.

I smiled and raised my arms straight out, as if I was going to dive, lifting my face to the rain. But it was too ingrained from years of swimming at the public pool---feet first, first time. I leaned forward, crouching to get more spring…

And I stopped. Suddenly realizing that this wasn't me, I'm not the girl who needs a boy to rely on and cling to.

I looked down and saw how mad the water looked, I wouldn't have survived this. I was going to end my life, and my parents and most likely Jacob too, over a boy who didn't even look back at me. I knew deep down I still loved Edward and always will, but today would be a turning point for me.

I will participate in my life, I wont just sit down and wait for him to return. As much as I hate to think it, maybe this was for the best, maybe he was right. Except that instead of Mike Newton being healthier for me, maybe that person was Jacob.

Jacob, he was so patient and had healed my heart, he was my best friend. I owed everything to him, and I knew recently I had started feeling differently about him. As I made my way back down the beach, lost in all my recent thoughts, I walked straight into a warm steel wall. Jacob.

Oddly, he seemed younger, and sadder. He grabbed me in a steel vice, not painful but comfortable.

"Jacob, What's wrong?"

"Harry Clearwater, he had a heart attack, It's not looking very good."

"oh no, where is Charlie?"

"At the hospital with Harry's family, and my dad."

"What can I do?"

"well first we need to get you out of the rain, and into some dry clothes."

With out even realizing it I had become completely soaked. Jacob grabs my hand and starts to pull me in the general direction of his house. Jacob is always taking care of me, protecting me, not caring about himself. His face has shadows under his eyes from running around the woods all night as my wolf.

Wait, Jacob isn't my wolf. But maybe he could be, it wouldn't be very different from what we are right now. As we reach his house I cant help but wonder if im selfish enough to try to make Jacob mine, knowing there is a beautiful russet skinned girl that is perfect for him. A girl he wouldn't need to protect and one that wasn't broken.

"Here, Bells I think these might fit you."

He hands me some boxers and a big shirt, after changing into dry sweat pants. "Thank you Jacob, I don't know what I would do with out you."

"Break more bones."

We both smiled at his attempt to lighten our sullen moods.

I walked into Jacobs room and immediately felt comfortable, like I did with anything that has to do with Jacob. With Jacob I didn't have to change, I didn't have to think about every one of my moves. I was completely safe.

When I got back from changing and sat down next to Jacob, who had fallen asleep, I couldn't stop my self from staring at him. He was so naturally beautiful. His hand slid from his lap and grabbed my hand, the complete oppositeness of our skin was alarmingly gorgeous. His hand so large, mine so tiny, fit perfect.

As did our lives, it was natural .