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Chapter 3- Possible
BPOV
"How did this happen?" Jacob sat on the couch, his fingers twisted together tightly as he thought. His breathing was sharp, and his voice was deeper than the last time I had spoken to him. The last words he spoke to me before he left me were cruel and hurtful. I never had any intention of getting back with Edward.
"How did what happen? How did I move on with my life?" I sat in the chair across from the couch. I knew Quil was listening in on me, and I longed for his warmth to wrap around me. Even though they were the same, he had always felt different than Jacob. Jacob felt comfortable and humble, but Quil felt passionate and sturdy, like a wall. Jake was a teddy bear.
"How did you end up with Quil? You used to hate how he teased you and made you blush over everything." Right on cue, my face flushed a bright red, as I remembered how we had first connected.
FLASHBACK, TWO YEARS EARLIER
I sat on the Black's front porch, looking out at the beach in the distance. I could practically sense the warm breath of my Jacob on my neck as he spoke to me. I could smell his woodsy and salty scent. I could feel the tightness of his fingers and mine laced together.
But none of this was here.
"Bella, why are you here?" Quil walked up the steps to my hunched over figure, hiding his eyes from the rare sun. The sun, I sighed.
"Waiting on Jake."
"He's not here, Bella." He sat beside me, careful not to get too close.
"He'll come back." I felt the tearing, tugging sensation in my throat, willing the tears to roll.
"He isn't coming back." Quil moved his hand a bit closer to mine and I flinched at his utter warmth.
"Yes he is. He has too." I instinctively moved towards the warmness, not realizing that it wasn't Jacob.
"I'm sorry. We've listened in on his thoughts. He thinks you don't love him as much as the vampire." He put his index finger on top of mine.
"He promised."
"What did he promise?"
"That he wouldn't hurt me. But he lied." I started to cry, tear after tear rolling down my swollen and red cheeks.
"Bella, I am so sorry. I can't imagine how you feel." He reached up and wiped them away with his thumb, his hand lingering on my face.
"He promised…" I trailed off, before shoving my face into Quil's shirt, soaking it. He shushed me and held me there, rubbing my back as a wailed and sobbed for my best friend, the guy I loved. I don't know how long we sat like this, but Billy eventually had to ask us to leave. He was taking this almost as bad as I was. He just acted…blank. There was nothing in his once shining eyes. He missed his son.
"Bella," Quil asked as we got up from our perch on the porch. "Would you like a ride home? I noticed your truck is kind of out of gas, and I have a full-,"
"Sure, Quil. That sounds great." Out of habit, I grabbed his hand, and he gasped at the same time I did. I started to pull away out of embarrassment, but he held on and smiled.
We made small talk in his small car, and when we got to my house, he kissed my forehead sweetly. I flung myself into my bed that night, feeling a bit better.
But the dreams still overtook my slumber. I couldn't find it in myself to let go of Jacob completely, but it was a work in process. I had done it once before.
"You could let go of me just like that?" Jacob looked into my eyes, and I looked away from his stare.
"No, not completely." He cocked his head in confusion.
I continued. "But I was trying. I kept trying. I had healed before. So there was a slight, slim possibility that I could heal again."
Ahh, Flashbacks... ;)