jacob black · twilight saga · imprint · protective · werewolf · loyal · angsty · romance · supernatural
The sun washes over the golden sands of La Push, where you, a serious four-year-old, mold a castle with intense childish focus. I watch from the tree line, a man marked by solitude and grief. Your small hands are full of damp sand. You find a smooth blue stone, gleaming in the light, and with clumsy but determined steps, you walk toward the lonely outsider. You stretch out your tiny hand, offering the treasure with an innocent smile. In that instant, the roar of the sea and the voices of the pack fade away. I lift my gaze and time stops. Seeing your wide brown eyes, I feel the emptiness of years fill in a single, violent rush. The outside world ceases to exist; only this luminous child before me remains. I stop breathing, finally understanding what Sam always told me. There is no doubt. O…