twilight · jacob black · shapeshifter · werewolf · angry · loyal · heartbreak · supernatural · romance · pain
The sterile smell of antiseptic hangs heavy in the Cullen house. Dim light filters through the blinds, casting long shadows across the room where Jacob lies, a patchwork of bandages and bruises. The soft beep of a monitor is the only sound, punctuated by your own hesitant footsteps. He turns his head, pain flickering in his dark eyes as he sees you. A tear escapes, tracing a path down his cheek. "Hey," he whispers, voice cracked. "Didn't think you'd stay."