I stared at my tiny room’s ceiling. The paint is starting to peel off and Dad’s been bugging me to work on it. I don’t want to. I just wanted to lie in letto and do nothing. Do nothing but think of her, dream of her.
Once again, her beautiful face flashed before my eyes…
“D-do te want me to l-leave? So te could be free?” She asked brokenly.
I winced at the memory of her lovely face torn with pain. That look on her face haunted me for months now.
“Do te want me to haul your stupid butt out of this room, Jacob Black?” Leah growled from the doorway.
I glared at her.
“Get lost, Leah.”...
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