Pairing: Jacob and Bella
Rating: T
Genre: Angst
Words: 500
Prompt: prompt #7 of TR's weekly challenge - a gif of a male and female running down the beach chasing seagulls.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything associated with the Twilight Franchise.
A Lifetime
"Come on Bells."
Two youngsters chased after a scattering flock of seagulls.
The overcast sky hovered in mockery. Slips of yellow peeked through the disruptions between cloudy masses. The solitary contrast in the otherwise colorless landscape. Calm waves rush to saturate the soggy sandy edge. Foot impressions erased by the taunting surf.
She shouldn't be here.
A rather large rowdy groups sits off to the side. Friends share humorless tales pretending the obsolete puns were funny. Divided in pairs, the girls huddled into the warmth of their partners. Shrieks followed vulgar jokes. The guys rubbed stinging ribs as they clasped hands with each other.
She wasn't welcomed here anymore.
An engaged couple strolled along the water front. Wrapped arms hugged the pair close to one another as they share dreams and ideas. A single ray gleams through a cloudy crack to glitter off the facets of her ring. They share common plans for their future. Bound together for a lifetime.
They will know.
Hunger cries carry down the vast beach. A new born babe argues with its mother over the term 'lunch'. The first time father scrambles to follow his wife's dictation. Untainted lungs howl angered protests at the slow pace. Hushed coo's sooths the raging infant as daddy hands over the bottle.
Broken rules result in punishment.
Further down the coastline, a family reunites. Several picnic tables arranged in a massive line. Sports equipment and blankets neatly stacked beside large coolers. Food invitingly laid out buffet style ready for consumption. Laughter and family bickering echoed down the shore.
She seeks no leniency.
An elderly couple slowly make their way to join the openhearted populace residing on the seashore. A soft spotted hand grips tight to the strong lifeline guiding her. The same strong arms that lifted them through many trials. Dependable power chaperoned her weaknesses turning them into strengths. A poster of lifelong devotion.
Check.
They arrive bringing with them the familiar scent of canine. Sounds of hooting cubs and barking wolves ricochet off the rocks and trees announcing their arrival to the other occupants. Ten wolves, ten mates, and twenty cubs sniff out their territory. Wood procured for seating and the upcoming bonfire to divulge legendary secrets. A large food spread designed to feed a hungry pack of wolves.
Mate.
The dreaded encounter of a heart she once broke. True love she never gave a chance. A stable lifelong commitment she naively casted aside. She shattered more than one heart with her choice. Hers is in tatters, Edward's is halved, and he stitched himself together without her.
"Bella, you don't belong here."
"I know."
"Bells –"
"I know, Jake."
"The treaty says – "
"Come on."
Young cubs chase after a scattering flock of seagulls.
A/N: I write under a different pen name on Tricky Raven. Thank you!