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Forgotten Memories
Bella's Point of View
Here I sat, alone in a spare room in the Cullen house. In it was a large, oak table and five chairs, and like most of the others, one of it’s walls was made of glass. I strummed my fingers nervously against the table top in anticipation for my guest who was supposed to be here 15 minutes ago. ‘Where is he?’ I thought. Edward had positioned himself outside of the room’s door; a body guard for his beloved inside. I heard a loud and obnoxious knock at the front door. Edward let out a long held breath and left to answer the door. I waited for Jacob to come in for another few minutes. I pictured Edward and Jake standing on either side of the front room exchanging glares and calling each other insulting names.
The door opened and there stood a serious looking Jacob, alongside a disgusted looking Edward. It was obvious he was not breathing. Edward growled under his breath and then flinched. A look of agony crossed my own eyes when I saw Jacob smile from Edward’s reaction as he closed to door quietly. What is Jacob up to now?
Silently, he moved across the room, not making a sound, and sat in the chair opposite me. I wondered how he was so quiet while I stomped around everywhere like a pack of elephants. He looked at me and smiled, as did I. We sat in silence for the first few minutes, gauging our reactions to each other. Knowing our small amount of time provided, I broke the silence.
“Hi, Jake.” He smiled politely.
“Hey.” We both went silent again for what seemed like forever. I twiddled my fingers and let out a heavy sigh.
“I… I’ve missed seeing you.” I whispered, looking up from my fingers. He looked down, clearly frustrated and I cocked my head to the side in question.
“Bella, we can’t do this. You… you’ve obviously chosen that leech–” I flinched and he frowned. “Edward instead of me. We can’t be friends anymore. You can’t have it both ways. I’m sorry.” I frowned and tried –unsuccessfully– to hold back the waterworks. He frowned and we both looked down again. The silence went on again and I broke it, again.


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