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Chapter Nine: True Love
It had been 3 days since I last saw Jake. Since our argument. I understood that he didn't want to see me anymore, but the pain was unreal. I was crying myself to sleep every night, and I was a zombie during the day. Not even Claire could get through to me. Nothing could make me feel better.
All I could think about were those hurtful things I said to him and how sorry I was, I wished I could take them back. I wished none of this happened.
Late that night, I was staring up at the full moon through my window. It a beautiful glow into my dark room, and it made me think about Jacob's smile. Jacob was my first love. I felt the tears coming again, and didn't even bother to wipe them. I just looked at the bracelet he made me, regretting all the wrong I'd ever done to him.
Then I heard it.
There was a light tapping on my window. I looked up at it, and saw a dark figure outside my window. I got scared, but then I could see the figure's smile. I knew who it was then. And that smile was meant just for me.
I slowly opened it and climbed out, as he helped me.
Then I looked up at him. Jacob, and his eyes still danced just for me. I buried my face in his chest as he held me, and I cried my eyes out.
"I'm so sorry Jake, I didn't mean it. I'm so sorry…"
"Shh…it's okay Jordan. I'm sorry too. I missed you so much."
I looked up at his face and he wiped away my tears with his thumb, and smiled that half smile I loved. I softly kissed his lips and he cradled my face with his hands, making me feel like I was floating.
He ended the kiss, which ended way too soon in my eyes.
"I love you Jordan. And nothing will keep me from you. I'll sneak out every night if I have to."
And he held me.
It was then that I realized I really didn't deserve Jake. He had such a good heart, and he was so forgiving. Even when you didn't deserve to be forgiven, he still did. He was so gentle, and warm, and kind, and loving. He was perfect. I loved Jacob with all my heart.
And we continued to hide our relationship, vowing to never let anything tear us apart.
Sam's POV
I had the day off, and I decided to go down to first beach to clear my thoughts. It was a pretty windy day, so there shouldn't have been anyone on the beach. The water was so calming, and the sun was setting on the horizon beautifully. The wind blew my hair magically, and I let the feeling take me away. I rarely got to relax like this anymore, so I decided to take it in.
My life was not easy, and it was lonely to say the least.
I heard about what happened with Jordan and Jacob, and it's sad. She was so close to phasing right there in front of him, Harry put her out and told her she could never see him again. People lie when they say what you don't know won't hurt you. Because Jordan had absolutely no clue about what she was, yet it had torn her away from her only love.
She would soon realize that she was subject to this dark lonely fate, just like me. And love doesn't role around for us. It's not easy. She would have to give up Jake sooner or later. And I couldn't blame Harry. He just didn't want his son to get hurt.
I closed my eyes trying to free my mind of everything, of every responsibility, of every worry, letting the wind magically blow my hair and carry my troubles away.
Then I heard a click.
I ignored it, until I heard it again.
This time I opened my eyes, and peered all the way down to the other end of the beach. I thought I was alone. A man was on the rocks at the edge of the waves, and he was taking nature photos.
He was leaning over pretty far to get his shot, and I thought he was going to fall over. I brushed it off thinking he wasn't that stupid, until I heard a sudden splash.
I took off like lightning to rescue him, the strongest of human swimmers wouldn't be able to fight the current today.
I dived in the water and he was already sinking to the bottom, I had to swim fast.
I pulled him up to the surface, and swam us to the beach.
I pulled up on the sand and started to pump to get the water out of his system. I hadn't even looked up at his face, saving him was more important. After a few seconds he coughed up most of the water, and started choking. I pulled him up to a sitting position and patted his back, helping him out. When he finished, I softly laid him back on his back. I was angry now.
"Are you alright? You could've killed yourself."
He tried to laugh but it ended up coming out like another choking noise.
"All to get a picture of the pretty girl."
I hadn't even noticed he never let go of his camera, and a picture of me with my eyes closed and my hair blowing in the wind was on the screen.
"You were photographing me?"
He gave me a weak smile, and I really looked at his face for the first time. He had blue eyes and blond hair, and a beautiful smile. He had beautiful pink lips, and he was taller than me. He was a little built, and his skin was pale from the water. He must've been freezing.
When our eyes met, I felt everything in my world shift. It felt like there was no such thing as gravity, no such thing as air, the only thing tying me to this world was him. The only reason I was breathing was him. He was my reason. I felt like everything I had to do from here on out, I had to do for him. I smiled at him, getting lost in his eyes. He smiled back at me.
"A photo worth dying for."