"I can drive" I said weakly unfolding my arms from Jacob's huge sweatshirt and picking up my keys from the kitchen table.

"I'll take you." Jacob said sourly snatching the keys away from me and walking passed me. I didn't fight with him. I just folded my arms back, my head hung low and followed him out the door.

Not one word was spoken the whole way back. My head rested on the passenger window, tears streamed down my face, away from Jacob.

Jacob put the truck in idle in front of my house. I wiped my eyes with the back of his sweatshirt. I turned to him, quickly glancing at him. I thought I saw a spark of emotion but if I did it quickly returned to his hard reserved unfamiliar face. My heart hurt every time I saw that face.

"Thank you." I murmered opening the truck door. He didn't respond he just sat there staring straight ahead.

"I'll change and give you back your sweats." I said without looking at him. "If you have a minute."

"Sam won't be here for a few minutes." He responded coldly.

I shut the door behind me and went into Charlie's house. In the bathroom I started crying uncontrollably. What had happened to my friend? I shoved a towel to my mouth and screamed. This is hard but not as hard as before. I hurt but not as bad as before. I put on a shirt and shorts and washed my face to hide my crying. I opened the door with Jacob's clothes in hand and there he was standing right outside the bathroom. He looked like he was in pain, the first time I saw actual emotion in his face today. I offered his neatly folded clothes back to him with my arms stretched out. He was shaking as he took his clothes. I looked away from him and his free hand reached out for me but then he took it back. I looked at him and he was fighting the sadness he wore in front of me. I didn't bother saying anything, fearing anything I said would turn him back to the person I did not know.

I walked passed him and down the stairs. He followed me. I hovered in the hallway. "Don't do that again Bella." He warned.

"I won't." I said in a small voice not meeting his gaze.

He walked to the door and I followed to shut it behind him.

"Bye." I called out when I was sure he wasn't going to say it.

He turned around and after seeing the sadness on my own face, his face immediately reflected mine, "Bye". He turned around and started walking toward Sam's truck that was parked on the side of the street.

I slammed the door and ran up to my room and slammed that door too. I threw myself onto my bed and started crying.

My crying didn't drown out the coyote that often howls outside in the woods in the evening and into the night. It seemed as if that coyote was reflecting my own