No Monsters And No Magic
Summary: Bella being Bella. Jacob being miserable, sad etc.
Rating: T
And I've never met anyone quite like you before
Temptation, Moby
She is so cold now and he was so warm. She wants to cry. Bella never liked crying. She would cry if she could now.
She would die if she could.
It would have been easy, she thinks. Like breathing. Natural. But, no, Bella didn't want easy. Bella didn't want natural.
Bella didn't want fire.
She wanted ice. She wanted Edward's topaz eyes and his marble skin and his velvet voice and his perfect arms wrapped around her.
She crashes a whiskey glass with her own alabaster hands. She never really needed whiskey anyway.
Bella wishes there were no monsters and there was no magic.
Bella wishes she had kissed Jacob in her old red truck.
She was so cold now and he is so warm. He wants to cry. He doesn't, of course. He is thicker than that.
It would have been easy, Jacob thinks. Like breathing. Natural. He wanted it to be that way. He never asked for fucking superpowers. He wanted, needed natural.
She wanted ice.
He never asked her to be anything else but her. Bella. Bells. His Bells. He wanted his Bells and her warm, brown eyes and her creamy skin and the fire in her cheeks and her heartbeat and everything.
She's not his Bells now. She is more more like a shell, sickly sweet and cold with cold inside. She is icy, unbreakable and whiter than ever.
The red tip of his cigarette is glowing in the dim light of late evening, he watches the smoke fade into the sky and wishes there were no monsters and there was no magic.
Jacob wishes she had wanted fire as well.