Just Like A Kitten That Thinks Its

But... When I Left You, Bella, I Left You Bleeding. Jacob Was The One To Stitch You Back Up Again. That Was Bound To Leave It's Mark - On Both Of You. I'm Not Sure Those Kinds Of Stitches Dissolve On Their Own. I Can't Blame Either Of You For Something I Made Necessary. I May Gain Forgiveness, But That Doesn't Let Me Escape The Consequences.

Charlie Took My Hand And, In A Symbol As Old As The World, Placed It In Edward’s. I Touched The Cool Miracle Of His Skin, And I Was Home.

I Peeked Up At Him One More Time, And Regretted It. He Was Glaring Down At Me Again, His Black Eyes Full Of Revulsion. As I Flinched Away From Him, Shrinking Against My Chair, The Phrase If Looks Could Kill Suddenly Ran Through My Mind.

Repeat One Word Of What I Just Said And I'll Cheerfully Beat You To Death, Mike.

This Was Why I Was Here. This Was Why I Would Take Whatever Reception Waited For Me When I Got Back. Because, Underneath All The Anger And The Sarcasm, Jacob Was In Pain. Right Now, It Was Very Clear In His Eyes. I Didn't Know How To Help Him, But I Knew I Had To Try. It Was More Than That I Owed Him. It Was Because His Pain Hurt Me, Too. Jacob Had Become A Part Of Me, And There Was No Changing That Now.