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Author's Note: So, I suppose you can see where this is going? One more chapter to our beloved couple. Song in quotes: Set Fire to the Third Bar by Snow Patrol feat. Martha Wainwright. Review! -Delta
"After I have travelled so far, we'd set the fire to the third bar. We'd share each other like an island until exhausted, close our eyelids.
And dreaming pick up from the last place we left off. Your soft skin is weeping; a joy you can't keep it.
I'm miles from where you are; I lay down on the cold ground and I pray that something picks me up and sets me down in your warm arms."
'Chapter Eleven'
Alice is…gone.
She's disappeared and Jacob knows she left when he was gone for a reason, knew he would be coming back and she knew even if she couldn't see his future that he would have fought for her to stay, and that in and of itself would have raised more eyebrows than already had been.
And now Jacob doesn't know where to turn. Everywhere he went he found himself searching for her voice, needing her gentleness, her softness despite the fact that she was made of stone.
So he occupies himself with little Nessie, and tries his hardest to feel nothing.
Again.