With this piece, I've tried something I've never done before: writing in second person. It's unconventional and a big no-no with English teachers, but I think it turned out okay.
This takes place during New Moon, before Jake becomes a werewolf. More Edward x Bella x Jacob, but hey.
Theme: if only I could make you mine
You love her.
It's soon, maybe, but you know that it's true.
When she's happy, you melt in the brightness of her smile. When she's broken, you see her and ache at the sight of the scars, at the hollow glaze in her eyes. Her joy is your joy; her pain is your pain.
You long to tell her how you feel, to take her into your arms and never let go. You long to stay by her side forever. Every night, she appears in your dreams, radiant and glowing.
You love her. You really love her.
It kills you that she loves someone else.
You see how she longs after that other boy—the one who left long ago and yet still has everything you want. You know that she spends her nights remembering his touch, his kiss. You wish this wasn't so, but it is.
Every time you see her, you speak to her silently, saying, If only I could make you mine. We could be so happy. I could make you so happy.
If only I could make you mine…
Bella…
Hmm. I'm not happy with the ending. I had trouble coming up with that. But still. I feel like it's off somehow.
RRE.
