Title: Fly With Me
Summary: "Love and sickening, heart-wrenching agony. Basically synonymous if you ask me…"
Song: Goodbye Air Supply
The Hardest Thing to Do
A mighty pain to love it is,
And 'tis a pain that pain to miss;
But of all pains, the greatest pain
It is to love, but love in vain.
"I can't believe you went."
"Really? I thought it was pretty believable."
Leah rolled her eyes, her sharp gaze back on me in seconds, "Jacob," she wined, "what the hell is your problem? I'm sick, deathly sick of all your self-pity. I mean she's his wife now, for fuck's sake!"
One of my eyebrows pulled down as I chucked another rock over the crystal clear surface of the ocean. It skipped once, twice, before sinking to the bottom, its ripples the only apparent sign that there had ever been a rock at all. They fanned out over the surface, disappearing into each other in succession. Leah fell silent, knowing I wasn't going to answer her, knowing I would probably never consciously touch on the subject of Bella Swan again. But my thoughts… they would betray me in moments.
Leah sighed next to me, scooting closer, placing a hand on my shoulder. I could not only feel her tension, but see it clearly in her positioning. She was rigid, her lip between her teeth and her eyes focused hard on the horizon, "We have to let go of the things we love most if we're not meant to keep them. Life's like that, Jake. Completely wrong, you know?
"But you have to believe that there's someone out there who will make your heart sing. Trust me, please."
I shook my head, "I've already found her," I muttered sourly, my voice betraying my stoic expression, "and lost her, too."
Quietly, my companion rose, but I could still feel her gaze—searching, wandering over my form, over my stubbornness, "Don't shut yourself out just yet, or you'll miss it."
"It?" I asked, perplexed, "It, what?"
Leah smirked, and her quick whit and unemotional façade had corrupted her again, "You'll see, lover boy, you'll see."
All the aggravation
You know theres a better way for you and me to be
Look for a rainbow in every storm
I know, I know. I shouldn't be starting something else. But I need to procrastinate. It's the ticket to my success. Promise.
Review for me. And for my most loyal of reviewers ( those of you who have stuck with me all the way through Ambrosia so far) I''ll let you in on the name of that book. Kay?