Bella dropped the washcloth she was holding into the sink, she couldn't explain why her heart was throbbing incessantly, why her feet moved with an unusual haste towards the shrill ringing of the phone.

She skidded to a stop and managed to grab the phone without breaking her foot by tripping over something or hitting herself over the head with the phone though she did have to grapple with it since the wires suddenly came alive in her hands. "Hello. Hello?" She breathlessly shouted into the mouth piece.

"Hello?" She repeated when she her greeting met nothing but silence. Her fingers were restless against the crooked wire of the phone before she gripped its length with bloodless fingers.

She closed her eyes when her breath caught with hope, with pain, with love, with yearning and all those emotions twined around each other and spilled out of her mouth in the guise of a name where each letter brushed her lips the way his hair once did.

"Jacob?"

Her heart squeezed and drummed her ribs when she heard a startled gasp, the image of his face already eternally burned in her brain, ghosted her eyelids. Her eyes flashed opened and a hand rose upwards as if trying to restrain him from—don't ask her how she knew—putting down the phone. "No, Jacob. Don't hang up. Please." She felt her chest burned but talked past its need for oxygen. She needed him more. "Talk to me, Jacob. Where are you? When are you coming home?"

She wiped the tears from her eyes, burning her skin like his fingers used to do. Again, she was met by silence and in her mind the image of him—tired, alone—leaning over a pay phone was something that blocked everything else in her mind. In this one instant, Jacob was all that mattered. His pain, his hurt, his love.

"Are you hurt?" She tried to breathe despite the obstacle in her throat. "Jacob." She sobbed, a stray tear trickled out of the edges of her eyes. "Talk to me."

"I'm fine, Bella."

She only sobbed harder at the sound of his rich voice, gravelly and harsher by exhaustion. He sounds so tired, she thought. "Where are you?"