bella pov.
I couldnt look at jacob, o Tanna in the back seat, i jsut sat adn stared out the passenger window, staring at the green outside, of la push. Jacob had finally finished his rabbit. My truck now sits in the garage, jacob insists that he do some upgrades, and wants to put in a dash bourd, from where .......'s steoro was installed.
I jsut couldnt look at jacob, not after Carlisle,
there was a pregnant silence the whole ride home.
He knew, jacob always knew. And when he knew, i just felt guilty, which seem to be all the time.
There are moments when i think to myself, that maybe it was better...
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