Emmett: Carefree
He doesn't hate this life the way the rest of them do. They don't understand how he can be so carefree about the whole thing. Living in a bloodbath, she called it once. How he can laugh that off is beyond her. But he knows. He remembers the attack, the bear, in startling detail. He can't tell you the colors of the leaves, if it was day or night, or even what time of the year it was. Just the bear lunging, all the blood, and then his savior. That's what he wants to do: Play savior for the bears.

Jasper: Inside
It's not insensitivity, nor is it vanity. It's not really fear, just the trembling stumble of an overwhelmed mind. It gets to be too much for him sometimes, and he has trouble keeping it all inside. She helps, of course, but only to a certain extent. There's only so much she can take, after all. And who wants to burden a love? So he holes up in a corner and hides from it all. It's far too difficult to explain, even to her. She tries to understand, but no one can. Not even he's sure he does so much anymore.

Marcus: Empty
Loss is nothing new to him. This emptiness is. He's never felt so alone in his existence. Before he met her, there was no void. When he did, a pit opened up in his stomach, an aching hole only she could fill. She did, with laughter, love, hope, and joy. All that love, all those dreams, went up in purple smoke he never saw. And the pit opened again; this time it was a gaping wound—raw hurt. He's utterly incomplete without her, utterly useless. No matter how long this shell lives, the only part worth knowing is long dead.

Paul: Anger
The anger he's dealt with his whole life. Never before, though, has it been so crucial to control it. He used to be able to let it wash over him, embrace the feeling until it passed, calm himself by holding onto it. Now it's the red haze he grabs by mistake, the spine-wracking spasms of pure emotion. Pain shoots through him, coupled with vindictive joy, and he welcomes it with guilty relief. A blur of silver fur and impossible speed, a beast with no human regrets or obligations—That's what he longs to become. But even with anger, nobody's perfect.

Jacob: Title
She's always holding herself together, and he constantly tries to fill that hole, even though he knows he'd rather have his own place. He hates the idea of keeping someone else's seat warm, of filling in temporarily. He wants to be a permanent fixture, to be himself, not just the guy who hung around while her knight in shining armor was off slaying his dragons. He's a person, not a replacement. But no matter how she thinks of him, he's just glad she thinks of him at all. He's content to be anything she needs him to. Only for her.


*dodges thrown objects* Sorry for not updating! I've just been really busy, and this story has kinda taken the brunt of my neglect. I realized I don't have very many of these drabbles written that I actually like. I'm dissatisfied with many of them, and don't want to post them. I even contemplated deleting this, but then I found five more halfway decent ones, and I figured if I can get myself writing them more, I should be okay. I'm big on the short oneshot drabbles now more than the hundred word ones, but I'm going to write more of these, I promise. I finished another one last night. *throws confetti* It's not that good, but it's one more! Okay, yeah, anyway...

I felt Emmett deserved his own drabble, but I don't have a clue where I went with that. It didn't turn out how I wanted at all. Jasper's is just sort of about the strain of so many emotions, and dealing with it all, and stuff... Eh, just more angst, basically. Marcus's is about his wife. *sniffles* Poor guy still doesn't know how she died... (Read SM's website if you don't have a clue what I'm talking about. It's in the BD FAQ.) Paul is, well, Paul. And Jacob is just devoting himself completely to Bella and being all sweet and angsty and loving... *turns more and more Team Jacob* Ahem. Team Switzerland FTW! Maybe. Anyway, yup. There you have it.

Disclaimer: I own nothing. *sigh*

And my apologies for the super-long author's note.