It's love that will tear us apart.
Chapter two up! Spent a whole day and a half re-editing it because I didn't really like the original storyline and how it was going. I think it turned out pretty okay now, and I can say that there will be about four or five chapters. So here ya go, the second chapter. Leave a kiss for me if you liked it and if you think you might want to read the next chapter as well.
“So close to reaching that famous happy end, almost believing this was not pretend.”-So close, Jon McLaughlin.
She doesn’t make things easier for him. She never will. It’s an endless cycle of bickering, spats and maybe a little love in between, but he never expected to love like this.
It has been two years. Her picture still stays in his photo frame.
Two years ago:
He doesn’t know how long they have been running- but they stop somewhere in Denver with no money, ripped clothes and dirty feet.
“Please no raw.” Leah grumbles, the first time she has spoken over the whole course of the journey. Jacob feels his stomach rumble in agreement. Its pancakes or nothing, he tells himself grimly.
“I don’t have any money.”
Leah sighs and digs into the pocket of her ripped jeans, producing a soaked fifty dollar bill.
“Pancakes it is.” He says. They trudge through shrubbery and dead grass for a few more minutes, and he allows his mind to wander.
Was she alive? And if she was, was her heart still beating strong, beating as a human? Or was she something completely different now? Had she, someone who stood on the sidelines amongst all these monsters and magic, become a participant of all this mess?
“Stop thinking about it.” Leah’s sharp voice cuts into his train of questions, “She’s probably one of them now.” She adds disgustedly.
He feels himself wincing, and it almost feels like she had stabbed a knife right into his chest, letting the wound linger longer than it should.
A few moments of silence as they navigate their way through the throngs of people, and it is with great reluctance that Leah apologizes.
“Sorry.” She mumbles, ducking her face behind her long hair, “I know she still means something to you. So yeah, sorry.”
He doesn’t know what to say. It’s the first time she has apologized to him, to anyone even, and he can’t think up of an appropriate response, and the only thought that was running through his mind now was how glad he was that Leah decided to grow out her hair again. The way her long, black hair slipped in front of her face made her look immensely pretty.
“Diner.” She grunted. “You think they will have pancakes?”
“They better.”
Slipping into the darkened diner, they settle themselves at a corner booth and order two servings of pancakes and a black coffee for himself, while Leah decides on coke.
There’s nothing to say to each other as they sip their drinks, and Jacob feels the silence growing on him. He preferred it this way, rather than face the intimacy of belonging into a two wolf pack.
“Jacob?” She begins tentatively, and he freezes. He has a strange feeling that the next few sentences she was about to say might come of great importance, something that she had accidentally given away when they were in their other form.
“What?”
“Have you ever thought about starting life anew?”
“We are starting life anew. We ran away, in case it slipped your mind.” He argues, the nauseous feeling growing and fermenting; like sour apples; at the pit of his stomach.
“No, no,” She shakes her head frantically, black hair whipping the sides of her face, “What I meant, is to really start life anew. Not just travelling around and staying mostly in our other form. I mean, we should settle down in some town and get jobs or something. And maybe an apartment.”
He doesn’t say anything for a while, wordlessly slicing his pancakes into bite size pieces. He never really wanted to settle down somewhere else and start anew; that had never been his intention. It was almost like she was suggesting him to move on- but what if he didn’t want to move on? What if he wanted to stay this way, twisted in misery with thoughts about her? What if he rather be miserable than forget a single thing about her?
“Think it about it.” She says softly, her coke already drained from its glass, her expression hopeful.
Sometimes, he really hated Leah Clearwater. He hated it when she was stubborn and sarcastic about everything. He hated it when she had that look in her eyes when she was determined to stick with her guns. He hated it when she was all understanding and spoke softly to him, with those damn chlorine green eyes that made him think about moving on.
She made him consider the notion of forgetting Bella Swan, and this scared him. He always thought that no one would be able to make him forget about her; the only subject he was ever stubborn about.
He closes his eyes again and tries to remember the exact shade of brown Bella’s eyes were. Somehow, all he manages to think about is her chlorine green eyes; so green they looked like the real ocean; and the only thing he manages to utter is the one single word, okay.
“So close to reaching that famous happy end, almost believing this was not pretend.”-So close, Jon McLaughlin.
She doesn’t make things easier for him. She never will. It’s an endless cycle of bickering, spats and maybe a little love in between, but he never expected to love like this.
It has been two years. Her picture still stays in his photo frame.
Two years ago:
He doesn’t know how long they have been running- but they stop somewhere in Denver with no money, ripped clothes and dirty feet.
“Please no raw.” Leah grumbles, the first time she has spoken over the whole course of the journey. Jacob feels his stomach rumble in agreement. Its pancakes or nothing, he tells himself grimly.
“I don’t have any money.”
Leah sighs and digs into the pocket of her ripped jeans, producing a soaked fifty dollar bill.
“Pancakes it is.” He says. They trudge through shrubbery and dead grass for a few more minutes, and he allows his mind to wander.
Was she alive? And if she was, was her heart still beating strong, beating as a human? Or was she something completely different now? Had she, someone who stood on the sidelines amongst all these monsters and magic, become a participant of all this mess?
“Stop thinking about it.” Leah’s sharp voice cuts into his train of questions, “She’s probably one of them now.” She adds disgustedly.
He feels himself wincing, and it almost feels like she had stabbed a knife right into his chest, letting the wound linger longer than it should.
A few moments of silence as they navigate their way through the throngs of people, and it is with great reluctance that Leah apologizes.
“Sorry.” She mumbles, ducking her face behind her long hair, “I know she still means something to you. So yeah, sorry.”
He doesn’t know what to say. It’s the first time she has apologized to him, to anyone even, and he can’t think up of an appropriate response, and the only thought that was running through his mind now was how glad he was that Leah decided to grow out her hair again. The way her long, black hair slipped in front of her face made her look immensely pretty.
“Diner.” She grunted. “You think they will have pancakes?”
“They better.”
Slipping into the darkened diner, they settle themselves at a corner booth and order two servings of pancakes and a black coffee for himself, while Leah decides on coke.
There’s nothing to say to each other as they sip their drinks, and Jacob feels the silence growing on him. He preferred it this way, rather than face the intimacy of belonging into a two wolf pack.
“Jacob?” She begins tentatively, and he freezes. He has a strange feeling that the next few sentences she was about to say might come of great importance, something that she had accidentally given away when they were in their other form.
“What?”
“Have you ever thought about starting life anew?”
“We are starting life anew. We ran away, in case it slipped your mind.” He argues, the nauseous feeling growing and fermenting; like sour apples; at the pit of his stomach.
“No, no,” She shakes her head frantically, black hair whipping the sides of her face, “What I meant, is to really start life anew. Not just travelling around and staying mostly in our other form. I mean, we should settle down in some town and get jobs or something. And maybe an apartment.”
He doesn’t say anything for a while, wordlessly slicing his pancakes into bite size pieces. He never really wanted to settle down somewhere else and start anew; that had never been his intention. It was almost like she was suggesting him to move on- but what if he didn’t want to move on? What if he wanted to stay this way, twisted in misery with thoughts about her? What if he rather be miserable than forget a single thing about her?
“Think it about it.” She says softly, her coke already drained from its glass, her expression hopeful.
Sometimes, he really hated Leah Clearwater. He hated it when she was stubborn and sarcastic about everything. He hated it when she had that look in her eyes when she was determined to stick with her guns. He hated it when she was all understanding and spoke softly to him, with those damn chlorine green eyes that made him think about moving on.
She made him consider the notion of forgetting Bella Swan, and this scared him. He always thought that no one would be able to make him forget about her; the only subject he was ever stubborn about.
He closes his eyes again and tries to remember the exact shade of brown Bella’s eyes were. Somehow, all he manages to think about is her chlorine green eyes; so green they looked like the real ocean; and the only thing he manages to utter is the one single word, okay.