Thirty-six hours later, Jacob had arrived in Italy. He was soaking wet from the swim, but he was past caring; and a further six hours of running dried him off anyway. By the time he arrived at Craco, he was so exhausted that he merely trudged up the hill in a dull frame of mind, with only one thought pulsing in his head like a dull neon sign: I CAN'T LIVE WITHOUT YOU, BELLA. He felt like a zombie without her love to guide him.
He was barely aware that he was mumbling, "No, Bella. No. Choose me, not him. Me..."
As he came up the dusty slope, something inside Jane made her stop crying, get up from the edge of the cliff, and make her way down the dry hill to meet him.
"Jacob," she said softly. "Jacob, I can't let you die. Somebody I care about already has. I couldn't bear it if you died too. Not when I could save you."
"I just don't care anymore, Jane." Jacob's voice was hollow as he stared into her eyes. They were warm and sad, and somehow they seemed to connect with him...
Jane gave a watery smile. "I know."
"I just can't."
He took a step towards the edge of the cliff.
"No, Jacob!" said Jane straight away.
He turned back and looked into those eyes again. He hesitated.
Perhaps he could go on.
They had both been betrayed. And he wasn't Aro, and she wasn't Bella, but perhaps... Perhaps they could each find love again...
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