Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Twilight characters described in this poem. They are the property of their fabulous author, Stephenie Meyer, and I write this simply as a tribute to her fine work.
Jake's POV:
I bounded deeper into the forest, my legs not even aching with exertion yet, despite the distance I had covered in the past 4 hours. I had left myself too far behind to feel pain now. I stopped, phasing back into my human form, and gasped slightly as my tall form hit the tall trees. Maybe this wasn't the best idea, phasing...I thought. I had left my clothes, shredded and scattered, at the entrance to the forest, some 600 miles back.
At least I'm alone, was my next thought. I fell over in pain as I thought of the eternal meaning behind those words. I would be alone, without her, forever. I can't think about that now. It's over. I just have to accept that. And yet, I would never accept it-I would always long for what could have been, what should have been, and I would always despise the bloodsucker. Edward. I spat his name.
I phased again, letting my massive form absorb the pain that I could not consciously bear. And I ran, disappearing into the forest.
Sorry it was short! I don't have much time now, because of finals, but I hope you enjoyed it! It's the first fanfic I've written for a long time, so please read and review! I'll add the next chapter soon, I hope!
