Confessions of the Broken

(Jacob POV)

Stupid Forks' weather. So wet, it could be flooding and we wouldn't know. I saw someone in the distance. Seth? He ran past me, smiling.

"Hey bro!" he grinned at me. Stupid kid. Didn't he see how horrible life was?

"Hey," I said quietly, and he ran off, probably to Emily's house. He liked hanging out with Emily in her kitchen, eating all her food and talking to Colin and Brady. I saw Leah sitting outside her house, soaked from the rain. How did I never see how beautiful she was? It was so obvious, like I was staring at a neon sign saying it. Her hair was drenched and hung down against her neck and back, it still shone brightly even though it all. Her arms were folded in her lap, her legs crossing and uncrossing. Her skin glowed like magic, clearer than anything through the rain was. Her clothes stuck to her body, outlining her figure. Her chest rose quickly up and down, her face was turned against the wind, looking beside her. Her mouth seemed to be forming words silently, words I could not see or hear. Her cheeks had streaks of pink across them where the blood reached the surface. She looked sad and worried, the way her glittering eyes flickered back and forth, and the flutter of her eyelids to blink. My heart ached for her, my arms yearned to hold her, my lips craved to kiss her. Just for one moment, I wanted her to be mine, as we always should have been. Her eyes flickered and saw me, her face following them. How was the world this cruel? She was close enough to touch, yet I knew I couldn't. Why was this happening? She stood, and walked to stand in front of me. What did I do to need to be tormented like this?
"Jake?" she whispered. It was so good to hear her perfect voice, her voice of angels', saying my name. I could pretend she was mine in that moment. She said my name. I would give anything to touch her, to reach out and stroke her face, ask her what was worrying her, making her so sad.

"Hey," I said. That was all I could say. I couldn't tell her how much I loved her, needed her, and ached to hold her. My perfect Leah was like poison to me. I could never have her if I wanted to keep things the way they were meant to be.

"Jake, I-" Leah stopped mid-sentence. God, I wish I could finish that for her. I knew I was staring, but I didn't care. She looked into my eyes, searching for something.
"Leah," my mouth loved to say that, "Leah I phased…"

"So did I, Jake," Leah whispered back. She did? God. Did she know? Did she feel the same way?

"I can't help it," my throat was so dry. I couldn't help but to love Leah. Was it so wrong?

"Help what?" Leah looked confused. She didn't know. She didn't know how badly I wanted her.

"I can't help but to love you," my eyes flickered from her face, to the ground, ashamed.

"I can't help it either," Leah whispered. I looked up. Did she love me? Did Leah love me?

"I love you," I murmured.

"I love you too," she replied. My heart seemed to explode in my chest. She loved me. Leah loved me. I took a step closer to her. If I were braver, I could wrap my arms around her. Would she turn away? Was she ready? Did she need me, want me, ache for me, as I did for her?

"Idiots, kissing in the rain," I whispered. Leah looked confused, looking around. Her hair flickered about.

"Where?" she asked. I smiled. She was so perfect, so amazing.

"Right here," I replied and kissed her. I wrapped my arms around her. She was so warm; the rain seemed to reflect off us. Her arms twined around my neck, melting my heart. She wanted me. Leah wanted me. The passion between us blazed like fire. Everything was the way it should be. Leah's face pulled away from my, she was mere inches from me. I felt her breath on my face, quickly paced.

"What changed?" she asked. I scooped her legs up from underneath her, holding her in my arms, close as we could get.

"Nothing changed," I replied.

"Then what happened?" she asked.

"Something woke up, I suppose," I smiled at her. She smiled. She was so beautiful, so utterly perfect; I could hardly believe she was mine. Nevertheless, here we were tonight. Nothing could ever be the same again. Good. Nothing could be better.