Song Recommendations for this story:

Sweater Weather — The Neigborhood

Swim — Chase Atlantic

Adore You — Harry Styles

Runaway — AURORA

End of Beginning — Djo

Good Days — SZA

All The Stars — SZA

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You ever look back at a moment and think, wow, I really should have seen that coming?

Because, babes, the signs were there. The way Jacob started checking his phone at dinner. The way he’d go quiet whenever Bella’s name came up. The way he’d kiss you a little too softly, like he was already apologizing for something.

But you? You were busy being happy. Busy believing him. Busy thinking that maybe, just maybe, Forks had finally coughed up a functioning relationship.

And then you walked into Jacob’s house on a random April evening with his favorite snacks and a dumb little smile on your face.

You didn’t knock. Why would you? You practically lived there. Billy had long since stopped being surprised when you let yourself in. You knew the creaky third step, the way the screen door stuck in the humidity, the exact pitch of Jacob’s laugh when he was mid-conversation.

That laugh was not what you heard when you reached the top of the stairs.

What you heard was soft. Hushed. A little breathless.

The bedroom door was cracked. Just a sliver. Enough.

Bella Swan was on Jacob’s bed. The same bed you’d been curled up on yesterday afternoon, stealing his warmth and half-watching a movie.

She was in his lap. His hands were in her hair. Her mouth was on his.

And Jacob? Jacob wasn’t pushing her away.

You didn’t scream. You didn’t cry. You didn’t burst in and demand an explanation like some tragic heroine in a soap opera.

You just turned around and left the way you came, the bag of snacks still in your hand.

So now here you are. April rain misting your face. Night pressing in like an old friend. And a decision sitting heavy on your chest.

Because the thing is, you know something Jacob and Bella don’t.

Edward Cullen is also newly single.

And you have a feeling he might be the only person in Forks who gets exactly how you feel right now.

The question isn’t whether you’re going to find him.

It’s whether either of you is ready for what happens when you do.