Summary: A short drabble set before Jacob goes to Bella's wedding.
Notes: Inspired by Preferences by twilightscallingme. This is very cliché. Prepare for cheese.
Disclaimers: Stephanie Meyer…what a lucky gal
If you chose me, that cold-blooded leech wouldn't be here.
If you chose me, I would see your smiling face and your chocolate brown eyes here before me at this very moment.
If you chose me, I wouldn't be standing in this beach on a Saturday afternoon…alone.
If you chose me, the damned motorcycle won't be standing idle and dusty on my rusty garage.
If you chose me, you wouldn't have to send me these notes saying you're sorry.
If you chose me, you would've kissed me back.
If you chose me, you would be here in my arms this minute, feeling my warmth, not his coldness. You would be hearing two heartbeats, not one. You would be safe, secured, and we can be as passionate as we could ever want.
If you chose me, you would feel my embrace, my kiss, and you would hear everyday how much I love you. You will know.
If you chose me, you would never have to change anything. You would be mortal, human, warm, with Charlie and Renee.
If you chose me, I wouldn't be here, trying to get through every minute in my life.
If you chose me, you wouldn't be there, about to say your wedding vows to someone else in a few minutes.
But if you chose me, you would love me, but not be happy.
And now you are happy. I could picture it in my head…your radiant smile, your eyes shining in euphoria.
I start to run. To that place. To that wedding where I know I would see the real you painting that picture to life. Your joy might ease this pain.
If you chose me, you wouldn't be my foolish, silly Bella.