Jakeup Twilight Novels & Stories

Yellow, blue, purple, red, pink, orange, so many colors, it makes me smile a little. “Are you here?” Luke asks. “Yes, watching fireworks.” “Your favorite thing. I know how excited you get whenever the fireworks start.” He smiles. “Today, I am not feeling excited at all. I am happy to see this but not excited like before.” My voice is low. I am losing my energy. “Sleep, sweet girl. It’s been a long day for you. Tomorrow will be a great day.” “You promise?” “I promise.” I should kill Luke first for giving me false hope because if this is a great day, then the world has lost its sanity officially.

“Wakey-wakey.” I crack my eyes open as Jude’s voice registers in my brain. The light is on and the curtains are closed, so I can’t tell what time it is. I cover up a yawn. “What time is it?” “It’s six.” “You are lying.” The bed shifts as he moves. He gets down and around the bed and finally appears in my field of view as he heads to the window. Pulling the cord, he opens the curtains. It’s not exactly sunrise yet but there’s enough light to suggest it’s almost.