Fearful understanding made her already-drawn face more gaunt.
I scrambled, trying to recover. Her reactions were never what I expected.
"It's alright, I'm... glad you found someone else. Someone who can make you happy."
"But I'm not. Happy, I mean. And he's not my boyfriend." Her words were a rush.
And I thought Jacob Black was supposed to be a dog, the way I immediately perked up.
She had literally thrown me a bone.
Quickly I realized it was barren of marrow, no substance to satiate.
Those obsidian futures were clearly my own doing, then.