again, a post new moon pre eclipse drabble. Conflict between her boyfriend-forlack of a better word-and best friend is hard on Bella.
At His Hand
I walk with Edward, my hand in his. His hand seems brilliantly white against my pale skin. His touch chills my skin and I'm happy to have him with me. As mine.
I walk with Jake, our hands intertwined. My hand is so pale, contrasting against the deep tones of his. His hand is so warm in mine, I feel at peace. I just want to be with him.
Jake shakes. Edward's eyes turn black. I ignore both warning signs. Neither will come near each other. Neither will come near me if I chose one over the other. Neither understand that I want them both.
When I hold Jake's hand, I feel warm inside. When I hold Edward's hand, my heart skips a beat.
My heart is in their hands.
