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Bella lay in his arms all night, smiling. Jacob was her sun, and he'd pushed all the clouds out of her life and now only uncomplicated sunlight and warmth pervaded her world. But the clouds were reforming now, coming back and shadowing this perfect life.

Two Bellas stood before her, like some sort of vision of the future. One had rosy cheeks and a huge grin, holding a child in each arm. This Bella had her whole family around her. She could see glimpses of this Bella's life. She lived on the reserve with her children, a boy and a girl, and Charlie came round everyday. He and Billy sat on his porch and watched the children running around barefoot; two content old men with their progeny running around in front of them. Jacob arrived in his car and jumped out, collecting his children in his arms and lifting them when they ran to him. He carried them up to the front door where Bella was standing waiting for him. He kissed her on the mouth and she took the younger child, the boy, into the house where she was cooking. It was a happy home, and the dinner was pleasant, afterwards, as the children went to sleep and the men went to sprawl out in front of the television, Bella went to do the dishes and tidy up the house. As she got to do the menial task, she sighed, looked at the ring on her finger and stared out of the window wistfully, and the present Bella knew what she was thinking about. There was such a look of regret and longing on her face that broke Bella's heart once again. Jacob sneaked up behind her, and grabbed her to him, kissing her on the cheek. In that moment, her revelling was broken and she turned to him, kissing him fully, happiness radiating through her, and the image faded as she threw a dish towel at Jacob who helped her to put the dishes away. That moment of reflection was not lost on Bella, lying there in Jacob's arms, and she sighed.

The other Bella was mesmerising. She was strong and pale and utterly beautiful, like an ice queen. Happy did not seem like a strong enough word for this woman's utter peace. She seemed to radiate peace and contentedness, and it was impossible not to see just how serene she was in who she was. Her life was spent wandering the world with the man that she loved so much that the emotion seemed to make up her very existence. Bella saw the two of them holding hands on top of a mountain, just looking out at the view. She saw Edward teasing her whilst Alice played with her hair, chatting about what dress she was going to put on her living doll today. She saw her and Edward dancing together under the stars in Paris, and he spun her into him and dipped her, kissing her. She saw them smiling and laughing together in a bedroom somewhere, throwing pillows at each other, he grabbed her and lifted her up, spinning her round and round really fast, and then throwing them both onto the bed, and kissing her passionately. Such a natural scene, two people who would have no cares and no worries and nothing to do but love each other forever and ever. The kiss very soon turned into something else, and she watched with a freshly broken heart her future self making love with the love of her life, the way they held each other, not needing to be careful about getting too close, too involved in the moment. They held each other like they were worried that forever wouldn't be long enough to love each other fully.

"You are my life now." The velvet voice told her and on the image of his face burning with love for her, the image faded.

The strange apparitions wouldn't leave her, and these two futures stood in front of her. She now knew what it was like to be Alice. To know what path each decision was going to take the future, and she sighed again. She didn't want Jacob to have that future. She didn't want to stay here and take up his life with a wife that was always thinking about someone else. She didn't want to stay here and be filled with memories and regrets. She couldn't do that to him. She couldn't become her father for him.

She shut her eyes to the tears that were forming as she climbed out of the bed she'd shared with him. She looked down at him, her decision wavering a little. It had been so natural, just like everything else had been between them. They had laughed and talked for a long time after, enjoying each other's company, until desire had taken over them again, and they had gone to bed for the second time. She wished for a second that she'd never met those stupid vampires, she knew without a shadow of a doubt that if she didn't completely belong to Edward Cullen, they would have been happy together. She wouldn't let this perfect man have another man's leftovers.

Shaking, she sought a pad and a pen.

Jacob awoke, and the memories from the night before swept over him, making him moan with happiness. He lay very still for a second, just enjoying the moment. He was a man and he had the girl of his dreams, and he would never let her go. His forehead crinkled a little as he saw she wasn't with him. The sun was rising in the sky and he realised it was mid-morning, she must have gotten up. He resolved to start getting up earlier; he didn't want to miss waking up next to her every morning.

She wasn't in the living room, and as he walked into the kitchen, he saw Billy was reading the paper.

"Big night for you then, eh?" Billy asked him, winking.

"Where's Bella?" Jacob asked, ignoring his father's teasing. Billy's eyes clouded, and he nodded to a note that was propped up on the table.

"I didn't read it." Billy told him. "I don't need to know specific details. I'm just glad for the two of you. Even if it does mean I don't get a fully restful sleep."

Jacob blushed red. They had made quite a bit of noise last night, just revelling in each other. He resolved to check whether the bed was alright and reinforce it or something. He didn't know his own strength. Maybe he should get a bigger bed.

He looked at the note, and suddenly feelings of fear and panic started to wash over him. He picked it up, his heart hammering fast. The note had tear stains all over it, and was written in a very shaky hand.

Oh Jacob

I'm sorry, so so sorry I have to do this to you.

I can't let you have this life. You are my sun, but I just can't let go of the moon.

You will always have that part of me; it belongs to you and only you.

I have no regrets apart from the pain I know I have caused you.

I wish that a lot of things could be different.

I love you, don't look for me.

Sorry

Bella

"No!" Jacob roared, and ran out of the door, his wolf form bursting from the porch in his desperation to make it there on time.

"You and Bella?" He heard Embry's impressed thoughts. He was obviously on patrol. "Good going man, you've loved her for like ever." He caught wind of Jacob's desperation, and the reason behind it. "Oh shit."

Jacob ignored him, solely concentrating on getting there on time. She would be there, he would convince her, she would stay with him. She had to; he wouldn't be able to exist without her. Their future was set in stone now; she wasn't getting out of it. She wasn't running from him back to that bloodsucker. She'd opened herself to him, they were perfect together.

He reached her house and turned back, naked but not caring, and still running. Her truck wasn't there. Jacob fell to his knees beat the ground in front of him.

Charlie came out of the house and came to stand by him, as the boy began to cry helplessly. Charlie crouched and hugged the boy, for the moment choosing not to see his state of undress.

"All I got was this note." Charlie told him, and Jacob looked up to see that Charlie had been crying too. He handed him the note and Jacob read it.

Dad

I don't know how you can stand to live like this, in limbo, trying to forget the love of your life.

I'm sorry, but I need more than this.

Don't look for me.

I love you.

Bella

P.S. Please look after Jacob. Let him know I love him and I'll think about him everyday. Take care of each other. You'll get through this, but I just can't stay.

P.P.S. Dad, try to forget Mom and move past her. We all just want you to be happy.

"Why don't you come in and I'll find you some clothes and ring your father." Charlie offered, and led the broken boy inside.