10 - Snow
Jacob always liked the snow. It was pure, cold, beautiful. Like Edward. Jacob made a broken sound. He wanted his Edward. It was too painful without him. He asked to himself if Bella could feel the cold made by Edward the same way he did. It was a nice cold, like when you got a fever and someone put a wet cloth on your forehead. Something that made you feel better. He was so tired. He couldn't eat anything. He just run, run and run more. Looking at the sparkling snow, he thought that dying wasn't that bad after all.