Hey guys, I finally figured out how to get my story off of complete, so sorry! Someone mentioned that they liked the longer chapters, so from now on they might be coming a little slower. This chapter will still be in Bella's POV but get ready because the next chapter will be in Jacob's! If there is anything in particular that you want to see in the story or just with my writing in general, message me or shoot me a review. I'm always open to making it more fun to read for you guys! Anyway, I hope you don't hate me too much after this chapter and that you come back for more!

- Lou

In an instant, a pair of dark, beautiful eyes turned to face me. I was shocked at how much older Jacob looked. His eyes had bigger bags under them than they used to. His jawline was now more chiseled and defined; it reminded me of a greek god's statue. He was breathtaking, even glowing, if you will. When our eyes met, there was a sense of hatred, betrayal, and pure repulsiveness. I should not have come here. He hates me, and that will never change.

Pretty soon the silence between us felt like it would go on for an eternity, but he finally spoke up.

"What do you think you're doing here?" The words he spoke were like acid to my ears. I could feel my heart and soul collapsing and caving in on each other. Imagine the very best thing that ever happened to you telling you off, then multiply it by 100. That's how I felt. I couldn't respond to what he said, so I simply turned around while the tears welled in my eyes.

"Look Isabella. I asked you a question, and for the hell you put me through I at least deserve an answer. Two years, and not a single word. No note. Nothing."

The tears began spilling, and soon my shirt was soaked. "Jake...I...I...", the words that were needed for everything I wanted to say were nowhere in sight.

"That's what I thought. You can't even give me a decent reason apology or reasoning or anything after what you did. Now that I think about it, where is your little leech? Did you run away from him so you could toy with me and lead me on again?" His words were cold and icy.

The only thing I could manage to spit out was "I divorced him, Jacob." Sometime after that statement, the redness in his face faded a few shades. After 30 seconds of silence I continued, with eyes closed, to pour my heart out. "I was never changed Jacob, I wouldn't let him. I wasn't happy. I was getting older and he was still seventeen years old. What kind of sick, perverted twenty year old marries a seventeen year old? I didn't want him anymore. Then he pulled his little act, which if you want to talk about that later we can but right now is about you and me. So I left. I could have gone and lived anywhere, but I chose to come back to my roots. Jacob...", I was letting lose, everything I lied to myself about, everything I didn't want to be true because of the pain it caused me. "Jacob... I came back because I wanted you. You're the only other man I've ever loved in my life, and I hurt you, and I truly can't tell you how sorry I am for that. I will never be able to forgive myself.", I was now sobbing. "When I heard that you were engaged it broke me into a million more pieces. All I could think about was how there was another girl that was your imprint, another girl that was the only thing holding you to this earth. Look, I'm sorry I even came over here, I'll leave now."

I quickly turned and headed out the door. Something inside of me was hoping he would stop me, pull me back, and embrace me in his natural warmth just like when we were younger. Each step I took closer to the car was each step closer to leaving Jacob forever. I knew this would happen, I really did. But it still hit me like ton of bricks, knocking the wind out of me and leaving me on the grounded wounded and disoriented. I was about to open the car door when I heard Jake call my name. I immediately turned around to find him inches away from me, breathing heavily. The tears that were welled up in his eyes made me cry even more.

"Look, Bella. You know that pain you think you were feeling? Imagine being on my end of it. This is exactly what it felt like when Edward took you away and swept you off of your feet. It should have been me, but you said no. And now, Bella, it's my turn to say no." His words were like daggers, not only because of what he was doing, but also because I knew he was right. That was what hurt me the most.

"I would be mad right now, Jake, but I'm not. I know you're right. If what you want is for me to leave you alone say the words and I'll be done nagging you and trying to patch the unfixable hole that I caused. Just know that I love you, Jake. Always have, Always will." I was done. I had poured out my heart, drip by drip.

He didn't stop me after that, so I got in the car and asked Angela to drive away. I think they heard everything that happened, because they didn't ask me about anything when I got into the car. The drive to Angela's was short and awkward. I could tell they really wanted to break the silence, but were afraid that it would end up hurting me more than I already was. I was grateful that they were letting me cope on my own. They knew that when I wanted to talk, I would go to them.

When we got to the townhouse/shop, we went straight upstairs and put our pajamas on. Angela got out neapolitan ice cream and all the fixings. Between the three of us and "The Notebook" playing in the background, the ice cream was gone in no time.

Through the night, I tried really hard to forget everything that had happened. I didn't want to be the buzzkill of our first sleepover in years. I smiled through the pain. After some more movies and junk food, we were all nestled into our beds. I soon drifted off into a deep sleep, a sleep that would haunt me for days to come.

In my dream, I was surrounded by darkness. There was only one light, and it was directly above me but it seemed like it had no source. Then all of the sudden I was unable to breath, and I could feel water around me. Everything around me slowly was becoming more and more visible. I could hear muffled screams coming from below me, so I looked down. I could see a boat, a sinking boat. In this boat was Jacob... and Edward. Something was telling me that I had to make a decision on who to save. I kept thinking, Why can't I save them both? All of a sudden, It was as if I could not control my movements, and I was unwittingly going towards Edward. I kept screaming that he was not my choice, and that I wanted to save Jacob, but the invisible force controlling me ignored my requests. Edward was now in my grasp. Well... not technically my grasp. I looked down to find Jacob taking his last attempt at a breath-then he disappeared into the water as the boat sank deeper and deeper. I looked away, knowing I wouldn't be able to take it. The first thing that caught my eyes was Edward, laughing at my misfortune.

I woke up with sweat all over my body. It was still dark outside. I looked over to Angela's alarm clock and it was 4:00 am. Terrific. I hadn't had a dream like that since Edward had left me all those years ago. Did this mean that they would come every night like they had? The thought of having the same terrors haunting me in the night brought me to tears. My extent of fear and pain had reached its limit. I didn't know what to do.

I went to Angela's bathroom in hoping of finding some nyquil or something to help me get some sleep. I didn't find any. Just my luck. I went back into the living room to find that Jessica and Angela were both awake.

"Bella, I think we should go to La Push this morning and watch the tide come in like old times, what do you think?"

Angela was so understanding and kind. I could tell she genuinely wanted to take my mind off of everything. And even though Jessica looked agitated that I had inadvertently woke her from her sleep, I knew she was there for me too. We got blankets, coffee, snacks, and pillows to take on our little adventure. This time instead of taking Angela's car, we took the truck so that we could pull up to the beach, pile everything in the back, and watch from the tail bed as the tide was coming.

The air felt cold, and sea breezes seemed like they would be inevitable. It was a good thing that we brought as many blankets as we did. Around seven, when the sun was starting to peak over the horizon, we went to go look at all the life in the tidal pools. It was beautiful. They were all in sync with each other. No one creature was bothering another creature. They were living in harmony. Something that I wished I could have in my life. Harmony with something...someone. My someone didn't want me though, and he had chosen another. I bet he had already imprinted on her too.

Jessica decided that since it had warmed up about ten degrees, that she would go put on her wet suit and go for a surf. She looked very precise as she danced on the waves. Precision. Another attribute I wished I had in my life. I couldn't take the reminders of what I didn't have any longer, so I left to go take a walk on the beach.

The sand was cold and smooth between my toes. It reminded me off all the walks Jacob and I took. It reminded me of the time I stupidly jumped off of a cliff and he had to pull me to shore. Young, stupid, reckless Bella. Not much had changed. I was slowly giving in to the memories, and pretty soon I was drowning in my own thoughts. I noticed that all my memories with Edward were sad or full of discipline. He was too much of a protector and not what I needed, which was someone to be there for me, trust me, and love me. Jacob always trusted me. He always trusted me. He always loved me. No matter what I did to him.

As I sank deeper and deeper into my thoughts I was unaware of the fact that I was about a quarter mile from Jacob and I's log. I didn't want to go over there but my feet seemed to be moving on their own-my brain was no longer controlling my body. As I got closer and closer, I began to examine it. Nothing had changed. Not one branch had fallen off. It was as if when I left and it was no longer "our log", that time had stood still. I was now roughly fifty feet from the log. As I got closer I could hear a small, faint sound coming from the opposite side of the log.

I was instantly infuriated. I knew very well that I had no territorial claim over this log, but this person was trespassing on my memories, the last thing I had left to remember my time with Jacob. My pace quickened. I was going to shoo this person away and tell them to find another place to cry about their pathetic life. I rounded the end of the log and was about to spill my mind when the source of the crying became a clear image in my vision.

"Jake?"