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What Jacob has made her into? How is she to fight the beasts and save her people when she's herself one!
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"You're my mate, and you know I can't let you go, Belle," Jacob's voice, his breaths were soon fanning down the back of her neck, signaling that he had stepped much closer to her again. "We can't let you go. You're our precious princess..., we can't live without you. I love you, Belle, we all love you!"
Jacob's breath tickling across the back of her neck made her shudder in pleasure. This uncontrollable sense of pleasure, warmth, and... love, all made her want to stay back, forget yet again what she had just remembered, and go back to the days she didn't have her memories - her past.
"I want to stay," was her slow murmur.
Jacob breathed in relief, almost. Because her next words then crashed him down, completely.
"But... I can't, because you don't lie to who you call your precious, Jacob. You don't lie to who you love." Her voice was back to cold again and so was her resolve.
Holding her arm frantically, Jacob whirled her around to face him. "I can give you anything," he looked desperate and on the brink of insanity. "I will give you anything, do everything that you tell me to, just name it."
Kristin didn't jerk away from his hold this time, she looked at him searching, calculating. All in a freezing way.
"Then I ask you to let me go."
He knew this was the final nail of this coffin, the coffin that would hold his love.
Infinite howls echoed around in the woods, as the pack grieved, for their only girl - who'd, at last, remembered her past and rejected the life they gave her. She would leave them, and they knew their world would never be the same again.
But they had yet to discover that from the ashes now something momentous shall rise.
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Moira ~ A person's destiny
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I was holding the photo tightly in my grasp when I felt a presence behind me. Ace came closer to me and reached around me causing his chest to press into my back. Before I could control myself, a breathless gasp escaped me from feeling the sparks from the places we were touching.
Ace didn't say anything, instead, he took the photo from my hand and backed away. I turned around to see Ace walking back to the couch he was just sitting on. I leaned back against the bookshelf as Ace sat down.
Looking at Ace, I needed to know. I needed to know why he had a photo of me from before. Why would he have one when he was the one who rejected me? He hated me and yet he kept a photo of me for years.
I felt a feeling of loss like I had never felt before. I was confused and hurt. Why did he have that photo? I had so many questions for him.
I whispered, not wanting to break the silence but needing an answer, "Why?"
One word, three letters, a beginning of a question. Not enough meaning behind it but he knew what I meant. Even if I didn't know what I wanted it to mean. Because in my head, a thousand questions I needed him to answer.
Why did he reject me? Why take a picture of me? Why keep that picture of me for years? Why did he choose Brittney? Why didn't he love me? Why was I not good enough?
But instead of asking all these questions, I chose to ask one word with only three letters. Because that one word held all my questions in it. It held the pain that I felt. It held the rejection, the hope, and the anger.
Ace looked at the picture, "I needed you."
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