Goodbye, My Almost Lover
Summary: I can't lose you. Because if I ever did, I'd have lost my best friend, my soul mate, my smile, my laugh, my everything.
Disclaimer: I own nothing! The title of the story is from Fine frenzies almost lover
Chapter Two: Death Is Only Sleeping with Your Eyes Open
We call that person who has lost his father, an orphan; and a widower that man who has lost his wife. But that man who has known the immense unhappiness of losing a friend, by what name do we call him? Here every language is silent and holds its peace in impotence.
Joseph Roux
"I want to see him," she said to Carlisle.
"I don't think that's a good idea, Bella," Edward said, hovering behind her.
"I don't care," she said, firmly. "I NEED to see him."
Carlisle sighed and looked at Edward who nodded before moving out of the way.
"We'll be out here," Edward said.
Bella walked into Jacob's room and rested her hands on the edge of his bed, tears welling up in her eyes.
He looked like he was sleeping. He looked like he'd never been in a fight at all; except for the gaping hole in his side and the blood spilling over the side of the bed.
She touched his ice cold cheek, remembering the heated skin that once kept her warm through a winter storm. She hated him so much for doing this to her. For looking so alive even while dead.
But deep in her heart she knew he was dead the moment she told him her plans for the future.
"So for now you're still you," she said with a small smile.
Jacob chuckled.
"And you're still you," he said, with a smirk.
"Yeah," she hesitated, "Until graduation."
And he looked at her like she killed him.
There was no way he was going to watch her die...he loved her too much for that.
She gave him one last kiss on his cold dead lips.
"I'm sorry, Jacob," she whispered.
But she knew that no amount of apologies would ever be enough to make this right.
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