He continued to run into the woods, trying to forget. Hoping to forget who he was, hoping to forget the life the Jacob Black had lived. He ran and just kept running, the sounds of the ground he ran swiftly upon was all but a mere whisper to him as he swiftly manoeuvred he way through the forest trees disappearing into the darkness with every step he took. The voices in his head were gone now, he was far; his fellow Quileute brethren were in their human form, he the only one transformed. He desperately wanted to get her out of his mind. She’s made her choice he angrily told himself she’s chosen to stay with the bloodsucker, not you. What are you going to do Jakey? Cry about it? The voices in his head taunted him like it was a game; he continued to run faster, not caring. What made him care so much? He loved her, he knew from the very moment, he fell in love with someone and yet that inside of him still hoped that she would pick him. He was so sure. She admitted it, that made him happy; he wanted more than just a confession, he wanted her; all of her. But he couldn’t. That was the reality that he, Jacob Black had to face.