Chapter five: from where you are
Renesmee pov:
About time I got to Alaska it was already dark. The house was as open as the one in forks. The walls went all the way up to the ceiling. It looked like a large wooden cabin. Emmett grabbed my boxes over his shoulder as he walked me to my new room. When he opened the door it was beautiful.
"alright, my job here his finished. After your done come down stairs. I thought seeing your starting school tomorrow we should get a little wrestling match. I don't want to watch Bella and Edward wrestling, last time that happened you where born".
"disgusting" I yelled out before he closed the door behind him laughing.
The room was huge, russet colors painted on the walls. Little Christmas lights; that where imitating stars against the dark blue painted ceiling. I laid down on the super bed that was extra comfortable. Spreading out on the sheets as I looked over at my desk area. I sat in the chair spinning around and around till I realized that my artwork was on that all. Every note I got from Jake, every picture we took together, my favorite song lyrics were displayed all the way up. Even places I wanted to live where on the wall. It was like someone took my diary and blow it up. I sat on my bed looking at a photo Jake in my hand. I cried, thinking about all the years we shared. I felt like the miles betweens us were tearing our worlds apart, and everything was going to erase or turn to dust. I never imagined that all the little things J.B. did would mean everything to me. I missed him.
Jacob pov:
I stood underneath the stars and then an image of Nessie face flashed through my mind. I sat down on the porch. I remember started too remember our first kiss and that day in the meadow. The way the sunshine would light up her face. She always seem to be glowing to me. The sparkles in her dark brown eyes, The way I loved her curls down. We use to lay with each other and I would hear the beating of her heart, that matched mine. There was no one besides Nessie. Hunched over, I put my hands on the back of my head. I missed her.