RETURN OF THE WIND : Jacob & Renesmee

37.SUBURBAN LIFE

TITLE MEANING:
DULL, MONOTONOUS WAY OF LIVING

Jacob

Time flowed like cement.

I check my phone for the hundredth time in the last hour. A minute had passed since I last switched it on or so it seemed to me leastwise.

Renesmee? () Didn't mean any of it~

I typed and clicked the go arrow.

"Keep it upright kid." The man -a tailor -strained my hands to keep it at perfect right angle.

The world was now dreary for me. I could feel my energy leaving me like ink stained in blotting paper. Sitting here with nothing to stare at but the cheap creamy painted walls was excruciatingly dull. I struggle to feel different . . . feel anything out of this emotion : Nothingness. There was a( flat and brain like a use Din bad)

"Relax your arm kid." His tape rounds my biceps.

I scorned at the old man and shifted my eyes to the floor with head bent down but not wanting to look distressed in my sister's wedding -that's the reason alone holding me prisoned with this old man.

. . . or I would have took to my heels and run for mountains . . . crawl under a rock, for ages and ages now. My only aim is to be invisible and blend. Any social interaction would just be annoying.

I began to drift into an unpleasant daydream or was it a paranoid fantasy? It was hard to tell and I was too busy to figure out. Huh! It helped me to pass my time so better let it be.

"Jacob, time's up! You can't have the tailor with you for the whole day." Billy rolled in as the door swung open. Unfortunately his every bit was poisoned with overjoy of the wedding.

"Dad! I don't want my best man to walk in ill-fitted tuxes." Rachael said.

"Of course you don't, sweetie." Billy nodded.

I sat relaxed; my back pressed against the tiled wall and thumb moving along the sharp edged scissors that belong to the old man. Eyelids fluttering shut yet I allowed myself a quick smile.

"I'm done, Rachael . . . huh!" I scurry off get his free off the old man's hand. " The other arm is left you can go with the same size as of the right arm."

"Jacob?"

"No. No. No" I shook my head and roll my eyes as I hit my toes to exit.

I pressed the power button of the phone, only to find the message blue tick with no reply.

Hey, Renesmee. Me again.

Not to be pushy but if you would call me I can explain.

I send it over and shove the phone into my pocket, breathing rapid. I knew I would give up the messaging after another to text and she knew it to, and this conversation would end with no end.

I get it was my fault, but she had always been the one who forgets the unforgivable at least that was the girl I left her and I don't see a reason she would want to change her.