Twilight, "Sunlight to Dispel the Ghosts" Jacob/Bella
Fandom: Twilight Saga
Title: Sunlight to Dispel the Ghosts
Author: Paynesgrey
Rating: PG
Characters/Pairings: Jacob/Bella
Word Count: 428
Spoilers: New Moon
Notes: Written for the A-Z Meme, "Hope" for browneyedmami
Summary: Jacob is her sunlight that keeps away the lingering ghosts.
Bella thinks that if she teeters at the stone edge, she’ll feel the warmth of hope again, of love, of a place she could burrow into and cocoon herself within warmth that shields her from the harsh winter.
She can hurl herself off a thousand cliffs. Her body can crash into the wild sea numerous times, taking a piece of her as it becomes tame under a waning moon.
But her true desires will always be just out of her reach.
In her almost final moments, she sees ghosts that aren’t real, and they feel bitter and cold like dead hands and stalled hearts.
But hope, she finds, is warmth that watches her from the high sky and showers her with the light of the sun.
Jake pulls her from the sea, angry, but his heart is in the residue on her lips and within the borrowed air in her lungs. She meets his eyes and sees his concern, and as he pulls her into a deep embrace, she hears his heart beating frantically and feels the heat of his body seep into her skin. Her thoughts are dizzy and disjointed, but she swears that beyond the caress of waves at their feet, she hears him crying.
He yells at her, but she does not need to hear his words to already know that he’s right.
Death slips out of her fingers again, and Jacob brings her back to life. She inhales deeply, her eyes going wide as she stands on her shaky legs and blood starts to pump in her veins again.
She’s still alive, more alive than she’s ever wanted to be in a long time. Jacob wraps his arm around her, and they walk back to her house. He promises to make her a warm meal after she gets a fresh change of clothes and puts herself to bed.
When she’s home and chicken soup settles in her stomach, she feels the dry warmth of the blankets encase her, and she looks up and sees Jacob there, becoming one with her weight on the bed. He watches her with worry, but he’s hopeful. His hands flutter through her hair, and she feels his lips against her forehead as he leans down.
She closes her eyes and feels the shadow of his kiss linger, the warmth of his touch hovering on the edges of her nerves.
The steady sound of Jake’s breathing keeps the ghosts away, and his loyal presence becomes the reminder for her to wake up and live better and stronger in the morning.
Title: Sunlight to Dispel the Ghosts
Author: Paynesgrey
Rating: PG
Characters/Pairings: Jacob/Bella
Word Count: 428
Spoilers: New Moon
Notes: Written for the A-Z Meme, "Hope" for browneyedmami
Summary: Jacob is her sunlight that keeps away the lingering ghosts.
Bella thinks that if she teeters at the stone edge, she’ll feel the warmth of hope again, of love, of a place she could burrow into and cocoon herself within warmth that shields her from the harsh winter.
She can hurl herself off a thousand cliffs. Her body can crash into the wild sea numerous times, taking a piece of her as it becomes tame under a waning moon.
But her true desires will always be just out of her reach.
In her almost final moments, she sees ghosts that aren’t real, and they feel bitter and cold like dead hands and stalled hearts.
But hope, she finds, is warmth that watches her from the high sky and showers her with the light of the sun.
Jake pulls her from the sea, angry, but his heart is in the residue on her lips and within the borrowed air in her lungs. She meets his eyes and sees his concern, and as he pulls her into a deep embrace, she hears his heart beating frantically and feels the heat of his body seep into her skin. Her thoughts are dizzy and disjointed, but she swears that beyond the caress of waves at their feet, she hears him crying.
He yells at her, but she does not need to hear his words to already know that he’s right.
Death slips out of her fingers again, and Jacob brings her back to life. She inhales deeply, her eyes going wide as she stands on her shaky legs and blood starts to pump in her veins again.
She’s still alive, more alive than she’s ever wanted to be in a long time. Jacob wraps his arm around her, and they walk back to her house. He promises to make her a warm meal after she gets a fresh change of clothes and puts herself to bed.
When she’s home and chicken soup settles in her stomach, she feels the dry warmth of the blankets encase her, and she looks up and sees Jacob there, becoming one with her weight on the bed. He watches her with worry, but he’s hopeful. His hands flutter through her hair, and she feels his lips against her forehead as he leans down.
She closes her eyes and feels the shadow of his kiss linger, the warmth of his touch hovering on the edges of her nerves.
The steady sound of Jake’s breathing keeps the ghosts away, and his loyal presence becomes the reminder for her to wake up and live better and stronger in the morning.