"Talk to him."
My new found bitterness was almost refreshing. Every time somebody mentioned Jacob's name, my heart would shrivel like an off apple. So I had a solution. Be a bitch. Surprisingly, it worked.
"You're being a bit unfair, now." Alice was getting impatient now.
"I'm not being unfair. He was. He planned to kill me."
"He was under a lot of stress..."
"Don't you dare try to defend or excuse him!"
"This is so unlike you. I always told Bella, shielding you would only eventually make things worse. Not that I actually knew, considering I can't see you. Which is still really annoying, by the way? But it was still a feeling."
"You're not helping."
"I'm not trying to help, Ness. I'm trying to make you understand things from..."
"If you say his point of view, I will burn you into a fire ball."
"God. You're so dramatic. You're a bit like your mother..."
I couldn't be in the same with Jacob without wanting to slap him silly. I couldn't talk to mom without wanting to cry my eyes out like a baby.
Not even Glee could cheer me up. I just wanted to curl up and die. Hey, that WAS a bit dramatic. Maybe I was more like Mom than I'd thought. It would certainly explain the attraction between...
God, my head was a mess. I couldn't stop thinking about him.
Maybe I was too harsh.
Maybe I should speak to him.
Maybe... I was wrong?
Jacob was sitting in his room, and it was a tip. This is a bit off the subject, but have you ever noticed how untidy a male's room is? Even dad's room is bad.
The man in question, Jacob, looked depressed at the least. His clothes looked old. His hair was scruffy, and his eyes were red.
"It hurts, loving you."
His face changed drastically when I said this. It had been sad, but now it was full of hope. "You love me?"
"God help me. Yes. I do."
"I'm so, so, sorry about..."
"Shush. I don't want to hear it. Look. You were right. Its better you told me rather than me finding out from somebody else. I just want to forget. I just want to be normal. I just want... you."
My heart was pounding. It was now or never.
I leaned forward, lips pursed, and he closed his eyes. He groaned.
"Ness, don't do this to me..."
My lips pressed against his firmly, and after a second, he kissed me back.
He kissed me again, softly. "I can't bear losing you again. Marry me."
I stared at him for a second. "Yes."
Our lips joined again, not for the last time.