to state the beyond obvious, i don’t really go here anymore—but my friend convinced me to post a twilight fic i both adore and wrote nearly a decade ago (apparently there’s some renaissance happening?) so i’m here to say hey, hope you like it:
wild heart | Jacob doesn’t kiss her. She tells him she’s sorry, keeps thinking about Paris, about stitching herself together. But she doesn’t fly to Rome.
AU: When Edward calls to see if Bella is alive in New Moon, Bella picks up the phone instead of Jacob.
good day kids, chapter two is Available.














