UR MOM.

Summary: 100 ways to love someone, 100 ways to die, 100 drabbles. [Collection of EdBella and JacobBella drabbles/one-shots.

Disclaimer: I'm not a stalker. Course not. Just a very obsessed fan. All belongs to Stephenie Meyer. I just like to fantasize.

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Broken Blue Petals – Chapter One – But Tonight We Dance
Jacob x Bella x Edward (implied)
By silverdragon994
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He held me tightly, his arms wrapped around my waist, as if promising to never let go. I was sobbing into his chest and oddly enough, it didn't seem such a horrible idea to hold him as he did me. The fact that he held me and stroked his fingers down my arm, my spine, and vowed everything would be better, muffling the words into my hair, I felt like such a horrible person.

I knew what I did wrong, and all the more he sympathized, the more I felt worse about myself. I wanted him to scream at me for my mistake, for my selfishness, but he wouldn't budge in that direction. Loving both of them is such a mistake, bigger than what I just caused, or realized I caused.

Maybe I should have stayed in Arizona with René all along. Maybe I shouldn't have come to Forks to ruin and sabotage lives of people, creatures, monsters that I loved. I wouldn't have known Edward was in Washington. I wouldn't have known he was alive and that wouldn't have caused Jacob to phase into a werewolf. I was an idiot.

A stupid, moronic lamb. I wrapped my arms around his neck as he swayed us slowly in a smooth, rhythmic motion. I tried to follow, but my feet dragged and I just lolled around, half dead.

I felt my face heating up, partially because the man holding me sent off a cold heat that both chilled and warmed. My body was shutting off on itself and I felt myself collapsing.

He held me tighter and the tears rolled down my cheeks on their own. No way to stop, no way to pause then rewind and re-do everything.

His voice was soft, forgiving, "It's going to be ok, Bella. Everything will be fine."

"Eventually. Maybe in a hundred, thousand years." My voice was hoarse and cracked. I rolled my tongue around in my mouth for moisture – my throat was dry.

His fingers stroked my hair, his voice lighter, calmer, in mourning. "But tonight, we dance for him."

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A/N: I want you to decide who I'm talking about; who is holding her, who disappeared. It can be either Jacob holding her, or Edward holding her. For those of you who have read Eclipse, you should have a general idea of what I just painted for you. (No pun intended.) You could also look up the Eclipse FAQ for those of you who need a little bigger picture.

I'm feeling very blank right now, therefore I do not feel the need to use any emotes right now. (IE: D:):(, etc etc.)

-DANII.