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Time. It seems to be something I have alot of these days. Ever since HE left me, again. The funny thing is, I don't blame him. I'm glad he's gone. Edward always thought he knew what was best for me. This time he was actually right. I didn't want him. I haven't wanted him since that morning on the mountain. Every time I closed my eyes, it was always Jacob. His kiss. His warmth. His lips. Oh, God, his children. Sometimes the memory presses down on me so hard that I can barely breathe. I dream of them still. I dream of him. As surely as the the ticks of the clock count my heartbeats, I know that I love him. I know that there is no life for me without him. I need Jacob Black in my world. The question is, after all this time, does he still need me in his?