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I stayed in that hotel room, in that same bed I went in the first night, for months. Doing nothing. I was a hallow shell. I didn't eat, didn't sleep. I did pass out though, most likely from starving myself then fatigue. I thought of him, his velvet-like voice, his heart-breaking crooked smile, his smoldering topaz eyes, and his unfair dazzling-ness all together. I though of the discussions we had, had, in the restaurant that night he saved me, our first 'date'. Then I thought about his promises, his hallow, hallow promises, and read hot anger flooded through me. I should have known this was bound to happen, his promises meant nothing, and he could renege on it whenever he pleased.
Months and months went by and no one came. They left me to my brooding self and I liked it that way. I thought more about him and his family, and what happened to all of them. After a lot of thinking and what not, I got sick of myself. I was pathetic and I hated it. I hated all of myself. My un-dying love for him the poor excuse for a man that I was still madly in love with excusing the fact that he took my heart with him when he left. I was hallow, but I couldn't stand it. I didn't have any pieces for Jake to pick up like he did last time he took it all with him, everything. I was a hallow shell and I was sick of being so dependant on him. I was passing out, more and more, and I hadn't talked, walked, eaten, or fallen asleep willingly in forever. I had to call Jacob to get me out of here, to help me. I tried to reach the phone next to the nightstand on the bed, but the exertion made me faint. When I woke up again, I reached for the phone and picked it up carefully, it seemed much heavier then I remembered a phone being. I quickly typed the numbers softly and waited for an answer. It rang once and then there was a very gruff voice on the other line, it seemed as hallow as I felt.
"Black residence. Jacob Black speaking," Jake said a hint of annoyance audible in his voice.
"I…need…you…first…hotel… Seattle …137,"I croaked out then quickly hung up before I passed out again and waited for my saviour, my Paris.
