A/N: I'm so unbelievably sorry for the lack of updates!!! I meant to update Sunday, but after I wrote a chapter for my other story and uploaded it, my computer like would upload the document and the site was giving me troubles…But it's fine now. Again, my sincerest apologies. Please review.

Princess Bella's POV

The next few hours were pretty calm. Peaceful. Alice- in need of a much deserved rest- had fallen asleep. I was staying by her side, just waiting. A few times the nurse came in to check on Alice, but besides that nothing really happened. Until Jacob came in.

Because of all the drama with Edward and Jasper and Alice I had completely forgotten about him. I had forgotten about him. I had forgotten that I had avoided his plea for forgiveness. And after all I had put him through; I owed him that at least- a straight answer. I saw him come to the door through the corner of my eye but pretended not to notice as he stood outside. I saw him hesitate briefly, before knocking gently. I held my breath as I heard slow footsteps approach. I closed my eyes, wishing that I was dreaming. And I would open my eyes and he would be gone. And I could just be happy with Alice and not worry about him. But its silly to wish things when you know they can never happen.

"Bella…" he said. His voice sounded dark- but not angry and harsh like King Jacob- just depressed and hurt like my Jake.

"Jake…" I matched his tone. The tension between us saturated the air and made it hard to breathe. Neither of us said anything for a long time. We just looked off in different directions- or at least I did. I could feel Jacob's stare on me but I tried to ignore it. I wanted to prolong this as much as possible- I hoped forever, if I played my cards right. And it's not because I was angry at him or because I wanted to make him suffer; because I had made him suffer longer than any man- no matter how terrible he acts- should have to.

I wanted to avoid this confrontation because I wasn't sure if I had forgiven him yet. I mean, I understood (in a way) the things he did. But that didn't mean that they were excusable. He still killed Edward- my one and only love. It didn't mean he and I could go back to being best friends. Not now, at least. I needed time to think. I needed to sort through all of my messed up thoughts. And I didn't want to do it right now, after everything that had happened today.

What confused me and hurt me the most was how much I wanted to forgive. And how much I knew I never would be able to. I wanted him and I to go back to being best friends and I wanted everything to go back to normal. But I also wanted Edward to not be dead. And I wanted to rewind time and stop all this from happening. But not everything you want happens.

"Is she okay?" Jacob's voice sounded closer. I looked behind me quickly and sure enough, there he was. Not two inches away. I sighed heavily and nodded.

"Yeah. Yeah she's okay. Just tired." I said.

"You look pretty tired yourself. Maybe you should go to bed? I'm sure she'll be fine." He said. His hand moved toward my shoulder and just hung there above it, hesitating, struggling whether or not to lay his hand on my shoulder. Finally after much internal debate, he decided to put it at his side.

I shook my head quickly. "No. I'm fine. And I promised her I wouldn't leave her so…" I trailed off. And it was silent all over again. Until I began crying.

I don't even know why I cried. I guess I just felt so overwhelmed. So much for no more tears…

But I guess I will never be able to never cry. I wouldn't be human then. I'd just be an emotionless blob, and what kind of life is that, really? I would have to feel and I would have to live. Despite all of the bad things life would probably throw at me. Jacob put his arms around me and I let him. I almost hated to admit it to myself, but if felt good to touch him again. It was nice to be in his embrace. I really had missed him all along, I realized. But I was too angry and hurt and busy missing Edward to feel anything but hate. I mean, I was still angry. And I would always feel hurt. But missing Jacob made it harder to be really hate him.

And even if it was easy to hate him, I knew I could never bring myself to do it.

When my tears stopped my cries silenced and I trusted my voice enough to speak, I managed to break the silence with my tired, weak voice. "I'm sorry, Jake." I didn't expect him to forgive me. After all, I had put him through a lot. And I had hurt him a lot. But I did not except what his response.

His body went rigid and for a brief second it shook with anger. Then he tore me out of his arms, with so much force that I stumbled back and lightly bumped into the wall. But my clumsy self still managed to fall onto the ground, despite Jacob's gentleness.

"What are you sorry for?" he asked angrily. I couldn't answer. I was too shocked at his reaction. And what did he mean why was I sorry? After everything I had done to him? Had he forgotten?

"W-What?" I stuttered. "I'm sorry for making your life miserable all these months. You don't deserve it. And I'm sorry…" my voice was meek and small and timid. I was never any good at sounding brave- but even more so now. I wished I could have sounded brave. I wished I could have sounded strong and firm. But I couldn't. And his anger made it all the more difficult to stand up- literally and figuratively.

My answer seemed to anger him even further. I still could not move from the floor. All I could do was sit and stare at him in amazement. What was he so angry about?

"Bella-I- How can you- None of this-" his mouth seemed unable to form real sentences; everything came out in a jumble of anger and frustration. I watched as he paced quickly back and forth around the room and I screamed a little as he slammed his fist hard on the wall.

"Jake!" I gasped. He sunk to the floor and buried his head deep in his hands. "I'm sorry Jake! I- I understand if you can't forgive me. But if things had to end I at least wanted them to end with my apology…" I guess he wouldn't forgive. I guess I had hurt him too much.

But I guessed wrong; I hadn't realized it until I heard his cries.

"Bella- please don't say that you're sorry. How can you possibly think that any of this is your fault?" his voice was muffled by his hands and his tears. It was a heartbreaking thing, seeing someone you cared about in so much pain. A little unsteadily, I rose up from the ground, but my knees buckled under me because of how much I was shaking. So I crawled over to Jake and wrapped my arms around him. And I held him. "I'm so sorry Bella." He whispered. "For everything. But please don't blame yourself." My grip on Jake tightened. And I was sure of my answer now.

"I know, Jake. And I forgive you."

A/N: AGAIN, SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SORRY!!!!!!!!! PLEASE REVIEW