A/N: So I never realized just how much some people hate Jacob Black. So I have set out to change that with a set of drabbles all dedicated to him, my fave Twilight character.
This one isn't strictly about him, but I thought I should still post it here.
It is late, and darkness has already spread over the horizon. Only the porch lights illuminated the yard where two small, dark-haired children played, laughing and running, oblivious to the late hour.
Nearby, a slim, brown-haired woman sits, wrapped tightly in the embrace of her taller husband. His hands are curled protectively around her, comforting, as they watch the children with a comfortable silence.
At the edge of the yard, another figure watches the scene with a pained expression in his yellow eyes. One of the children lets out a particularly loud yelp, and he sighs, turning his back on the scene. After all the years, it has never gotten any easier to watch.
A flash of white skin in the twilight catches the woman's attention, and her eyes lock onto the figure hungrily. Like the voices, the visions have come less often over time, she thinks distantly, still watching the grace and beauty of the retreating form.
But the figure is gone now, slipping back into the darkness of the forest, still only a painful memory. The woman tries to smile, but the expression on her face is a grimace.
Reminding herself that he was the one who left, and that this was her life now, she settles more deeply into the embrace of her Quileute husband, resting her head against his chest.
This was her life now. Jacob was her life now.
Edward Cullen was nothing more than a dream.
In the forest, a pale, stony figure hunches over, fighting tears.
A/N: Hmm, not sure if I liked how it came out. But the image was in my head, so I had to write it.
Review, please?