PART 3 OF, 'AGAINST THE WIND' FOLLOWED BY, 'ECHOES OF THE WIND.'
Will Jacob get back his love ? Or is a love lost forever? Read it in the next book of, 'THE WIND SERIES_#3' called "Return of the wind."
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I walked ahead looking through the community room with a people sitting in circles; not even one of the face I could look through felt friendly, most of them looked hurt.
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I took another step ahead. My feet gently stumbled upon traffic cone, kept at the foot of the door displaying a warning to not barge out the room.
I breathed slightly, my hands folded across my chest looking into the community room through the large window; a girl, with short hair, and black shinning skin sat nervously, tears kept bursting down her eyes. "I think a lot about past. Thing is, I cared about him more than anyone else in the world... But it wasn't enough. I mean, he walked away like it was the easiest thing in the world to do."
She shook vigorously, breathing looked hard for her (as it did to me). Her words seared right into my heart that gave me nothing but the agony of recalling that he is gone from my life?
The tears burst down her cheeks, and my eyes held the water so tight. My fist tightened around my palms with my nails digging into my skin, trying to stop the settling water out my eyes.
"Renesmee?Latte?" Dad called.
I shook slightly and my fists loosened slowly telling me not to wounds my palms bleeding raw.
"Thanks, Dad." I turned around and said - managed to say actually - taking the cup with my shaking hands, the nervousness poured down my stomach.
"Are you okay?" He asked, as he curled an encouraging arm around my weak waist that didn't had the strength to be straight.
The question's answer felt like is automatically fit into me, it was asked so many times in a day that I didn't even have to think about if I really was?
I reply. "Yeah!"
"Hey, Honey. I didn't got a chance to ask this but. . are you sure about it?"
Both of my hands tightened around the large cup more tightly, making sure it didn't fall off my hand. "Do I have another choice, Dad?"
He didn't argue me further, as we sat on the waiting chair. I slightly took a glance at Dad's face, thinking why couldn't I answer him? Wasn't I sure yet? Part of me knew I wasn't; then why was I doing it?
I shook my head and sighed softly, taking a sip of the latte and gulped it down hardly. My stomach comforted down with the taste of latte filling it. . .or maybe it just helped me to fill the space in my stomach so that the nervousness could go out.
I kept staring down at the patterns of my cloth; my face half shadowed with my hairs falling loose over my shoulders. Carlisle & Jacob, soft footsteps hit against my eardrums. I looked up at them, tucking my hair gently behind mt ears.
