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I had a hard time falling asleep that night. I was facing the wall on the extreme edge of Jacob's bed, covers pulled up over my head. Jacob was snoring softly and if I squinted hard enough, by the light of the small bedside lamp, I could see Jacob's body under the blankets. I stared at his defined copper brown arm, trying to fall asleep.

I wondered what Edward was doing. Thinking of me no doubt, since he couldn't sleep. And here I was, tracing every line of Jacob's arm with fascination. I was scared of what tomorrow might bring. The constant EdwardEdwardEdward of my mind was quickly being overridden by a new default of JacobJacobJacob. I was going crazy with it.

I should have been feeling...I don't know, bad. A feeling of sick dread should have been taking up residence within me. But it wasn't. I tried to conjure up Edward's face in my thoughts. But instead of pale, marble hard skin, I saw and felt red-brown skin, feverishly warm. Instead of bronze-colored, reddish-brown hair, I saw the raven-like glisten of sleek black strands. Almost black eyes took the place of honey yellow ones. Edward. Jacob. -JacobJacobJacob. The Jacobs crashed endlessly into one another like waves againsts the rocks until they, along with Jacob's soft snores, lulled me to sleep.

The next morning...

I felt the sun against my eyelids before I opened them the next morning. Someone was breathing very close to me, so close that I could feel their breath tickling my skin. I hesitantly opened my eyes to find myself face to face with a still sleeping Jacob. Our noses were not even a centimeter apart. I was no longer facing the wall, but I was virtually pinned against it. I didn't move to try to get up; I just stared at Jacob's gentle, child-like expression.

I love you. I thought with a jolt of realization. I already knew this, but it felt so much realer with Jacob's warm breath tickling my skin. Before I could stop it, Jacob's name slipped from my parted lips. He stirred-and then opened his eyes. I blinked back at him. He made no attempt to move away.

"Hi Bells." he murmured, his voice huskier than usual from sleep.

"Hi Jake." I grinned; hearing his voice had made my pulse quicken for a moment. We silently stared each other down for a few agonizingly long seconds as if to ask, "Where do we go from here?"

"What do you want to do today?" Jake asked, deep dark eyes searching mine, gaze intense. I coould barely register his words; all I could see was the way his full pink lips moved.

"It doesn't matter." I murmured, tearing my gaze from those lips to his eyes. I forced myself to wrap my mind around Edward's name, the essence of Edward. Edward Anthony Cullen. EdwardEdwardEdwardEd-oh screw it. That name would no longer make my pulse quicken, send sparks exploding across my vision. I sighed, Jake watching my face every second.

Jacob's POV

I unconsciously moved closer. There was nothing separating us now. If I moved my face at all, my lips would brush against hers.

Oh God. This is it. A smile of triumph was aching to spread across my face. Wide, chocolate brown eyes stared into mine. I hadn't expected for it to be this way. No matter how cocky I might have appeared when I shook the Leech's cold hand, I never truly believed I would win in the end. I had just been acting on a final thread of hope. With no more hesitetion, I moved my face and my world caught fire.

Exit Jacob's POV

My breath hitched in my throat when Jacob's lips pressed against mine. My heart felt like it would burst at the sensation of warm, soft lips against mine. Jacob pulled me closer with an arm around my back and I didn't dare pull away. I didn't want to hurt Edward. I loved Edward. How could love like that dissapear just like that? Oh, Edward. I'm sorry.

Finally we had to draw air. Our breathing was ragged. "Jake." I choked, blinking back tears. "Bella. What's wrong?" he asked, his voice breathless as he used his big, rough thumb to brush away a tear before it could fall. "I love you." I breathed. What had Alice's vision done to me? Why couldn't I love Edward? This was not the way it was supposed to be, for crying out loud! More tears fell, too fast for Jacob to catch.

"I love you too, Bells. But why are you crying, honey? What's wrong?" Jacoba asked with concern clouding his triumphant expression. I buried my face in his warm, soft neck. I was losing Edward. Every moment with Jacob, every thrum of his pulse in his nech against mine. Farther and farther away I drifted from my former life, Edward had been my life.

Edward.

Edward.

Goodbye, Edward.

It's not the end, don't worry. I actually don't know what to do next. I need YOUR help! When I first started writing this story, I planned for Edward to be the victor in the end. But you can see what's happening! I'm thinking about Edward and Jacob getting into a fight, what do you think? Please send me a message or review this chapter with your opinion. Who do you think should win in the end? And should Edward & Jacob get into a fight over Bella? Please let me know!

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Hannah aka irunwithshapeshifters