Twilight -- Chain of Memories [Jacob/Bella]
Title: Chain of Memories
Pairing: Bella/Jacob
Rating: PG
Summary: His optimism is infectious. His hands are warm and comforting. Months after it all began she finds herself lost in a different haze - this one dark chocolate brown - and she never wants it to end.
Notes: Takes place during the New Moon arc.
Her eyes blur over white blooms, regaining focus as they dance over the frothing waves. Crashing, back and forth, the ebb and flow of the tide echoes the empty cadence in her heart.
Nothing and everything, harsh words gnaw at her subconscious but she deliberately shies away from the painful ramifications of such sweet words placed in such horrific order. I don’t want you to come with me.
Betrayal sweeps across her heart, washed away by bitter tears as the world crumbles in on itself and a moratorium is set upon her heart. Underneath damaged gray skies her tears mingle unnoticed with the softly falling rain, her eyes downcast to shut out the world. Whispered lies staunch the flow of tears more readily than half truths; bruised egos are easier to mend than shattered hearts.
Somewhere in the darkened fog a pin prick of light begins to break through the walls of denial and perfidy. Weak at first, resistance is futile. My dad made good on his promise last spring.
Day by day she picks up the shattered pieces of her heart. Jagged as they are, he pieces them back together, one splinter at a time.
His word is different from any other she’s ever known. Like a child raised without color she is thrown onto a painter’s pallet, seeing the world from a new perspective through his eyes.
So begins a whirlwind of dangerous, death defying activities. The wind on her face, the voice in her head, it all gives the illusion of wholeness, but once the train crashes and the ointments have been applied, she’s right back where she started.
A rocking sea of sorrow broken only by the heat of a friends smile.
Armed with a smirk, his hand dwarfs hers. But the winds of change sweep through, blowing in a different direction and she finds herself tittering on the brink once more.
Tearful eulogies tug at her heart when she realizes her makeup isn’t waterproof. Words she barely perceives fall from lips she’s come to love. Don’t touch me.
The edge looms too close and she smoothers her torn cries with a damp pillow.
Logic and meaning are tossed out the window along with broken parts of toys she can no longer fix. Nightmares haunt her dreams. Brightly burning eyes leering through the darkness, footsteps that echo into eternity, and she can’t get the blood off of her hands.
She runs back to him, not knowing what else to do. Her own hands coming up to hug her arms, she shutters at the receiving end of his cold glare.
There’s nothing more to say.
Pushing seems cruel, but the irony that she’s been walked over twice without the hint of a struggle is not lost on her.
Apologies rain like too much confetti without the brighter colors as the truth smashes into her at full speed. His hands like fire on her cheeks belie the factual details she’d rather ignore. A thousand denials gurgle in her throat but refuse to be voiced. Swimming in an ocean of incredulous hope it’s easier to go with the flow than risk being sucked back under.
And why couldn’t I just be normal seems like to much to ask. Someone like her attracting the dangerous freaks of the world is just the way the cookie crumbles. Get use to it.
His optimism is infectious. His hands are warm and consoling. Months after it all began she finds herself lost in a different haze - this one dark chocolate brown and she never wants it to end. But skittering at the edge of every slant of light there’s a dark moon rising.
Waves crash over her but this time they’re salty and unyielding. She wishes they could erase her pain as easily as they erase her tears.
Unimaginable warmth flows from the arms encircling her, and she feels a stab of twisting guilt for being so thoughtless. The corners of his mouth sketch heavenward and she’s lost in the grace of his smile. Cosseted in a steady push and pull increasingly conflicting emotions - the alluring pulsation of love and the unhinging insight that you’re not alone after all - the world regains some semblance of normalcy.
But then her world is shattered again and the balance he worked so hard to restore is destroyed in mere seconds. This time, he’s the one left to pick up the trail of broken bits she’s left in her wake. It takes more than superglue to mend a broken heart, more than desperation to cement a friendship.
It’s for the best.
Blood blossoms crimson and cold from wounds that have never felt a knife. An echo of pain, swelling like a monsoon deep within her chest - his and hers tangled together on an indissoluble strand of fraying spun gold - suffocating and inescapable.
It’s for the best.
Pairing: Bella/Jacob
Rating: PG
Summary: His optimism is infectious. His hands are warm and comforting. Months after it all began she finds herself lost in a different haze - this one dark chocolate brown - and she never wants it to end.
Notes: Takes place during the New Moon arc.
Her eyes blur over white blooms, regaining focus as they dance over the frothing waves. Crashing, back and forth, the ebb and flow of the tide echoes the empty cadence in her heart.
Nothing and everything, harsh words gnaw at her subconscious but she deliberately shies away from the painful ramifications of such sweet words placed in such horrific order. I don’t want you to come with me.
Betrayal sweeps across her heart, washed away by bitter tears as the world crumbles in on itself and a moratorium is set upon her heart. Underneath damaged gray skies her tears mingle unnoticed with the softly falling rain, her eyes downcast to shut out the world. Whispered lies staunch the flow of tears more readily than half truths; bruised egos are easier to mend than shattered hearts.
Somewhere in the darkened fog a pin prick of light begins to break through the walls of denial and perfidy. Weak at first, resistance is futile. My dad made good on his promise last spring.
Day by day she picks up the shattered pieces of her heart. Jagged as they are, he pieces them back together, one splinter at a time.
His word is different from any other she’s ever known. Like a child raised without color she is thrown onto a painter’s pallet, seeing the world from a new perspective through his eyes.
So begins a whirlwind of dangerous, death defying activities. The wind on her face, the voice in her head, it all gives the illusion of wholeness, but once the train crashes and the ointments have been applied, she’s right back where she started.
A rocking sea of sorrow broken only by the heat of a friends smile.
Armed with a smirk, his hand dwarfs hers. But the winds of change sweep through, blowing in a different direction and she finds herself tittering on the brink once more.
Tearful eulogies tug at her heart when she realizes her makeup isn’t waterproof. Words she barely perceives fall from lips she’s come to love. Don’t touch me.
The edge looms too close and she smoothers her torn cries with a damp pillow.
Logic and meaning are tossed out the window along with broken parts of toys she can no longer fix. Nightmares haunt her dreams. Brightly burning eyes leering through the darkness, footsteps that echo into eternity, and she can’t get the blood off of her hands.
She runs back to him, not knowing what else to do. Her own hands coming up to hug her arms, she shutters at the receiving end of his cold glare.
There’s nothing more to say.
Pushing seems cruel, but the irony that she’s been walked over twice without the hint of a struggle is not lost on her.
Apologies rain like too much confetti without the brighter colors as the truth smashes into her at full speed. His hands like fire on her cheeks belie the factual details she’d rather ignore. A thousand denials gurgle in her throat but refuse to be voiced. Swimming in an ocean of incredulous hope it’s easier to go with the flow than risk being sucked back under.
And why couldn’t I just be normal seems like to much to ask. Someone like her attracting the dangerous freaks of the world is just the way the cookie crumbles. Get use to it.
His optimism is infectious. His hands are warm and consoling. Months after it all began she finds herself lost in a different haze - this one dark chocolate brown and she never wants it to end. But skittering at the edge of every slant of light there’s a dark moon rising.
Waves crash over her but this time they’re salty and unyielding. She wishes they could erase her pain as easily as they erase her tears.
Unimaginable warmth flows from the arms encircling her, and she feels a stab of twisting guilt for being so thoughtless. The corners of his mouth sketch heavenward and she’s lost in the grace of his smile. Cosseted in a steady push and pull increasingly conflicting emotions - the alluring pulsation of love and the unhinging insight that you’re not alone after all - the world regains some semblance of normalcy.
But then her world is shattered again and the balance he worked so hard to restore is destroyed in mere seconds. This time, he’s the one left to pick up the trail of broken bits she’s left in her wake. It takes more than superglue to mend a broken heart, more than desperation to cement a friendship.
It’s for the best.
Blood blossoms crimson and cold from wounds that have never felt a knife. An echo of pain, swelling like a monsoon deep within her chest - his and hers tangled together on an indissoluble strand of fraying spun gold - suffocating and inescapable.
It’s for the best.