Falling To The Sun | B. Swan + E. Cullen

cinquante-sept

Curled up on a chair on a chair by the window, Roman drew the blankets closer around herself, cuddling her cheek into the soft fabric as she looked out into the dark hoping to catch a glance of Seth or Leah.

They had been out there all day when Jacob had been out gallivanting doing whatever it was that he wanted while the others were stuck. If she had the choice then she would have left too, would have gone home to Sue's and let her mother for all intents and purposes cared for her.

She wouldn't be so alone if that was the case and maybe Seth and Leah wouldn't have been stuck here -- though knowing her luck, they would have come here anyway and she still would have been alone.

Part of her wondered if she was always destined to be alone like this, if her growing up with this pretender introvert attitude with friends that were never that close was what she was meant to live with. Maybe it would just be easier that way because even after her little speech Jacob was down there with them, his easy conversational voice loud as he laughed softly to something being said.

It was all his fault with his goal to just ruin things. He had come and stolen the people she thought would be her truest allies in all of this -- Edward was never supposed to get along with him, Rosalie was never meant to tolerate him.

And she was only getting more and more pushed away for it as she refused to want anything to do with him.

She sighs. She could disappear if she really wanted, she could go and they would never find her again. Roman knew how to track better than they did and if she survived the birth and changed into a vampire, no one would be able to find her again.

Waiting for Jacob to die before she tried speaking to him again wouldn't be that bad.

Roman had always been good at waiting, persevering. She had asked Bella to make a choice once and she had, they had gotten married, she had said goodbye. Being pushed aside for him again wasn't what she expected, but she was good at waiting and could try again with them later.

Part of her had always expected this to end up horribly. Roman had never been lucky, had never been the girl that got to feel the joy of requited love. Maybe it was only meant for her to get a taste before she was destined to suffer.

Bunching the blanket in her hands, she screamed into it as loud as she could, toes curling at the anger behind it as tears stung at her eyes.

"Roman?" His voice grates against her ears and she flinched inward, nearly tearing the blanket apart with strength she didn't have. "Come on. Open the door."

A beat pounds against her stomach, hammering her insides, and she gasps in pain.

"Okay, fine, can I at least come in?" Jacob asks, words spoken the door.

"Go away."

"Can we talk through the door, then? Are you going to listen?"

She breathes deeply, growling into the blanket. "No. Stay away from me."

"Aren't you acting kind of childish?" he snaps. "Aren't you supposed to be the sensible one?"

"Stay away from me, Jacob! Rose! Rosalie!"

His sigh is loud enough to hear through the door. "Fine, fine, I'm leaving."

She doesn't uncover her face just yet as she acts more like she's trying to smother herself than anything else, falling forward on herself as much as she could with her stomach in the way as it was.

Figuring that it was probably Bella that had convinced him to come up with some halfhearted attempt, she tried not to let it bother her. There was no wat that he was so stupid as to think it was a good idea and there was no way that Edward or Rosalie would have let them unless she begged for it.