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"Y-You imprinted." I admitted.

Jake grabbed my hands from my lap and tightly held them against his chest. I knew he could feel me shivering, which was usually impossible on my part because of his warmth. As much as I wanted too, I couldn't hate him. I knew he had no control over this and the fact that his eyes were filled with immense pain didn't help me with my plan to detest him.

"Bella. You have to believe me. I love you more than anything in this world. You know I'd sooner die then be with anyone else. But…" Jake shuttered, the tears now freefalling from his tortured eyes.

I couldn't talk. I just stared straight through our clasped hands, through his chest, and into the dark abyss of my life. I didn't know what to do or say.

"Please say something," he pleaded.

"I…I…" Still nothing.

"You have no idea how much I just wanted to come straight home all those nights, but something deeper inside of me keeps me from you…and drags me to…her." I could tell it was hard for him to explain this to me.

"Name." Simply put.

"Sarah."

"Pretty?" Childish, I know.

"Bella, come on."

"Don't you dare "Bella-come-on" me!" I stood up quickly, knocking the chair out from under me. I was surprised with my actions – surprised that I had the ability to stand, yet speak.

"I'm sorry. I don't know what to do." Jacob stood up as well, moving closer to me.

"We were supposed to get married next year, Jake. Next year." I pulled my hands from his heated-tight grip and enveloped my tear-stained face with them.

Jacob quickly wrapped his arms around me, pulling me into an embrace. It wasn't the usual heart-wrenching embrace though. It was more subtle. He didn't rub his cheek against my forehead, or run one hand through my hair and the other, drawing circles against my back. It wasn't chest-against-chest. There was the smallest inch of space between us. He couldn't hug me. He couldn't hug me.

And then it all seemed clear. There was no way passed this. It was inevitable. I had to leave. I wouldn't be able to be with my dear, Jake. No matter how much he or I wanted this – it was impossible. Utterly and unfortunately impossible. This time wishing, praying, and crossing my fingers wouldn't get me anywhere. I would be strong about this.

I dropped to my knees and was engulfed with sorrow and tears. Damn.

"Jake."

"Bells." He dropped to the floor in front of me, placing both of his hands on my shoulders.

"We're over."

"NO! We can try to work this out!" He yelled. I could tell he wanted to throw his arms around me to comfort me, but I knew how wrong it felt for him. He wanted to be with Sarah.

"It's impossible. You know it is. Just look at Claire. It's over."

"But…" He whimpered, pressing his forehead against mine.

"No buts, it's how it has to be." I was running on adrenaline now. I had to put my brave face on, no matter how much my heart was being torn apart inside of me. "I'm going to pack up my things now and try to be out of here by tomorrow night."

"You know I don't want this, right? You have to believe me!"

"I'm going to call Charlie to see if I can stay with him until I find a new place."

"BELLA! You don't have to do this now. Look at you, you're shaking."

It's true. Although my words were coming out calmly, my whole body was in self-destruct mode. My face was flushed red and I still seemed to have a never-ending supply of tears pouring from my swollen eyelids.

"It has to be now, Jake. I can tell how much you can't stand to even hug me anymore. We can't be around each other any longer. It'll be too difficult for both of us. Go be with Sarah and don't come back until late tomorrow evening. If I see you, I might change my mind. Please…"

"Definitely, not. I'm staying here to be with you as long as possible."

"DAMMIT, JAKE! JUST GO!" I clenched my eyes and toes and balled my hands into fists. My face was as red as a turnip and my breathing was labored. This was definitely second on my list of hardest things I've ever experienced. "Leave me be for now…please." I tried to calm my voice down just a bit.

Looking down at the ground, I felt a warm soft kiss against my forehead. Oh, how I used to adore those innocent little kisses and how he'd tell me that those kisses could brighten up any day.

The last memory I'd have of Jake is him walking out the door, wiping the back of his hand against his lips.