lAuthor's Note]

lots of thanks to lots of people.

first of all, emoTWiLiGHT. this person is awesome.

then stephenie meyer. thanks for a great base story.

finally, thriving ivory. without your songs, i would have no title. XD

Jacob's Point of View

Her hands held onto him as she sobbed tears of sorrow.

He wrapped his arms around her and consoled her with his words.

They held each other next to a white oak tree.

She looked up at him and whispered three words.

I. Love. You.

That dream again. It was so hauntingly familiar.

Not exactly a nightmare, but not a good dream, at any rate.

The phone rang, then silenced. I heard voices downstairs.

"Jake! Phone!" Billy yelled.

"Who is it?" I yelled back.

"One of the Cullens."

After all these years, he would still not refer to them by first name.

I ran down the stairs and snatched the phone from Billy.

"Hello?"

I heard a sob. Then words. Nessie's words.

"Jacob? C-can you c-come over?"

"Sure." I paused for a bit as she cried. "Nessie, is something wrong?"

"E-Eli ch-cheated on me." she sobbed out.

"Oh. That's terrible. I'll come over." I spoke as I walked towards the garage.

She hung up and I set the phone back in the charger.

Renesmee's Point of View

I listened to my iPod as I waited for Jake to come over.

The iPod he gave me. Our song was on shuffle.

Come On, Get Higher. By Matt Nathanson.

A tear rolled down. A tear of sadness, of grief.

I thought. How could he? I thought he had loved me, I really thought he did.

I started weeping. Someone knocked on my door.

"Nessie? Jake is coming over."

"Okay."

Ah. Jacob was probably the only good thing that's happened to me today.

He's such a good listener.

I looked through my nightstand and found my favorite book.

A terribly worn copy of New Hampshire, by Robert Frost.

Ah. My favorite poem. Dust of Snow.

The way a crow

Shook down on me
The dust of snow
From a hemlock tree
Has given my heart
A change of mood
And saved some part
Of a day I had rued.

I read it over and over again.

The song on my iPod switched to Twilight, by Thriving Ivory.

(I know what you're thinking. Check it out. It's a good song. I promise)

I wiped the tears from my face. Sleep-derived, tear-ridden. I was a sight to look at.

The pillow kept me comfortable, the blanket kept me warm.

I sighed as slept took over.