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Post by Jacob Black on Jul 16, 2008 23:19:37 GMT -4
"Oh," he said softly. Jacob looked around. They were the only ones in the park. He supposed the light drizzle kept everyone inside, though he didn't know why. why was one day of rain any different from any other day? It didn't make any sense. Jacob's brows furrowed in confusion. "he's not human? He's not a vampire? Then what is he?" Jacob seriously didn't get it. Silly boy.
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Post by Camille Ferth on Jul 17, 2008 12:23:43 GMT -4
When he asked what he was, she looked back at him. Werewolf.. She said, whispering. She sighed, wondering what he was going to say. Would he freak out? Would he say how he felt about her? Or would he never talk to her again? She really liked him. Did she love him? She wasn't sure. But she knew that if she could, she'd be human again. Then maybe it would change things.
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Post by Jacob Black on Jul 18, 2008 13:43:55 GMT -4
Jacob closed his eyes and ran his hands through his too short hair. He inhaled and exhaled. He wasn't sure of what to say, how to react. Yes, he liked her, too. But it wasn't that easy. It couldn't be that easy. It was more than that - it was everything that was wrong with his life; Jacob wasn't meant to love a vampire. He was meant to destroy them. "I'm sorry," he whispered, not knowing what else to say.
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Post by Camille Ferth on Jul 18, 2008 13:49:07 GMT -4
She shook her head when he apologized. No. It.. It's fine. I shouldn't have said anything. She said, looking down at her hands in her lap. Okay, so maybe Lysander was wrong. Sure, it was worth a try. But what was the point when you didn't get anywhere? All you got was being let down. Was it worth it?
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Post by Jacob Black on Jul 18, 2008 13:51:39 GMT -4
Jacob felt a pang of guilt in his heart. It wasn't right, it wasn't fair. He knew that wasn't what relationships were about - being right and fair - but Jacob knew how she felt. It must of been the same way he felt when Bella told him that she rather date a vampire. Ugh. Jacob reached out a shaky hand and ruffled Camille's hair before he pulled it back quickly. Could he do this? He wasn't so sure.
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Post by Camille Ferth on Jul 18, 2008 13:55:38 GMT -4
When he ruffled her hair, she looked at him, smiling slightly. Yet her eyes burned from the tears she wished she could have. It would have felt so good to cry sometimes. Now she was stuck unable to cry. She watched him, wondering what he'd do.
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Post by Jacob Black on Jul 18, 2008 13:59:42 GMT -4
"I can't... we can't... we're mortal enemies," he gasped. But as he said the words, they cut at him. He hadn't found anyone so easy to talk to in forever. What was wrong with him? Why couldn't this work out? Jacob was able to cry, but he didn't want to. Boys didn't cry - everyone knew that. "I'm so, so, so sorry," he whispered. "I don't know what to do..."
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Post by Camille Ferth on Jul 18, 2008 14:03:28 GMT -4
She looked away as he spoke. Why? She asked. Why do we have to be enemies when we get along so well? She asked, running her hands through her hair. It's not fair.. She said, exhaling.
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Post by Jacob Black on Jul 18, 2008 14:06:51 GMT -4
"I don't know," he sad, but it came out sounding like a whimper. His hands shook with rage. Not at her, but for what he was. This was the hardest part of being a werewolf; knowing that you couldn't have something just because of what you were. Camille was right, it wasn't fair. Jacob place his hand on the bench, in the spot between them. She could take it if she wanted. He wasn't going to force anything. Jacob had no idea what he was doing.
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Post by Camille Ferth on Jul 18, 2008 14:11:21 GMT -4
She closed her eyes when he spoke, sighing. Hearing something shifting, she opened her eyes, seeing his hand in the spot between them. Hesitantly, she reached out, taking his hand in hers, wondering what he'd do.
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Post by Jacob Black on Jul 18, 2008 14:13:48 GMT -4
Jacob, too, had closed his eyes. He jumped slightly as her cold skin touched his overly warm skin, but he didn't mind in the end. Jacob laced his fingers with hers, slowly, as not to scare her. Here, I've been here before. But only by myself, Jacob thought. They were lyrics to a song, and they ran through his mind like a wildfire. His hand shook violently, but he didn't let go of hers. After a few moments, it slowed and almost completely stopped.
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Post by Camille Ferth on Jul 18, 2008 14:19:24 GMT -4
She smiled when he laced his fingers with hers slowly. She thought of pulling away when his hand shook, but decided not to when he didn't let go of hers. As it slowed, and almost stopped, she smiled, watching him, and wondering what he was going to do next.
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Post by Jacob Black on Jul 18, 2008 14:24:40 GMT -4
"I'm sorry," he whispered. This was draining him emotionally. "I can't do more... this is so hard," he whispered, hoping that she understood. In fact, he figured that she'd understand. She was - she seemed like - an understanding person-vampire-whatever! Jacob was content like this.
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Post by Camille Ferth on Jul 18, 2008 14:28:49 GMT -4
She looked away when he spoke. She sort of got what he was saying, but she didn't reply. She wanted to pull her hand back, but she couldn't get herself to. She really wanted him. But did he want her?
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Post by Jacob Black on Jul 18, 2008 14:35:05 GMT -4
Jacob cared about Camille. But was that enough? Was it enough to be attracted to someone if you couldn't offer them more? Jacob felt her resistance and untangled their fingers. He pulled his hand away. Jacob, moody as ever, stared away from Camille.
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