Radio Nowhere-Bruce Springsteen

This is radio nowhere. Is there anyone alive out there?
This is radio nowhere. Is there anyone alive out there?
Is there anyone alive out there?

Bella stared at her reflection, wiping water off her face with one of the towels. Her eyes were darker than usual but other than that, she looked…well, she looked better than she thought. She rubbed a hand on her chest over the throbbing pain but she didn’t know whether to be grateful or sad or proud that she didn’t simply fold unto the floor at the thought of Edward and all that she had lost. In the past, there were days were she did, where great whopping panic attacks overwhelmed her and she welcomed it.
Today was not one of those days. Was not going to be one of those days. She’ll make sure of it.
The Passing Years chapter 20-Misconceptions

 
Still-Mat Nathanson

“Still can feel you kiss me love, still can see your brown skin shine, still can feel you kiss me love, come on drive me wild…”

Jacob resurfaced from an enthusiastic dunking by Quil and Seth, laughing; water slid against his tight reddish skin, across the broadness of his shoulders, dripped from the bead necklace that she gave to flow on muscles and sinew and path a way against the angles and clefts of his naked chest to pool on the top of the beach shorts that hung low at his hips. Drops of water caught and reflected the burning shades of the dying sun across the horizon; highlighting and strengthening the beautiful color of his skin, casting him in a silhouette of bone and muscle.

Bella watched as Jacob raised his hands to slick his hair back, enhancing the sharpness of his cheekbones and the depth of his dark eyes. She watched the slow, liquid gesture that drew attention to the powerful lines of his body, the flow of muscles on his back, his tightness of his abs, his shoulders, his arms and finally, his undeniably pretty chest.

Bella’s mouth dried.

When Jacob’s wide and even lips curved into a slow, wicked smile, she sucked in a breath at the sudden onslaught of sense memory of how those lips felt on her mouth, on her skin.
The Passing Years chapter 14-Funny Business

 
Ache-James Carrington

“Have I told you I ache for you?”

“...but you were an aching, open wound inside me, Bells, and it didn't hurt less through the years. Time didn’t heal me...it did nothing but pass.”
The Passing Years chapter 21-The Bitter Truth

 

Always Attract-you me at six

“You've taken me to the top and let me fall back south/ You've had me at the top of the pile and then had me kissing the ground/We've heard and seen it all, no one's talked us out/The problems that have come haven't yet torn us down”

“You know why I take so much crap from you?”
She stared, that was the only thing she could do at this point.
“Because I know that you love me back. I forgive you for not telling me and for saying that you regret loving me and all the unnecessary pain you put us through because I know just how much you love me.”
The Passing Years chapter 21-The Bitter Truth

 Blush-Aly & Aj

“Go ahead and say it, if you must make me blush”

“Why do you always have to step over the lines, Jacob?”
“Because, Bella, honey, you keep moving them.”
The Passing Years chapter 22-The Sweetest Conclusion

 Brightest-Copeland

“All I know is she warms my heart and know all of my imperfections are”

“I love her. I loved her when I was sixteen and every year since then. It doesn’t matter where she is or who she’s with or whether she loves me back or not.” He shrugged. “I love her.”
The Passing Years chapter 24-The Second between Breaths part 01

 

When I See You Smile-Bic Runga

“When I see you smile, it feels like I’m falling…”

He leaned over the counter where she was standing behind, using his dark eyes and that bright smile to his greatest advantage. She wondered whether he knew what it did to her. “Come on, Bells. You know you want too.” He grinned slyly. “I brought an extra helmet.”

The next thing she knew, she was wearing his leather jacket and soaring through the open morning road with her arms around the scalding heat of his waist.
The Passing Years chapter 7-Familiar Landscapes

Ocean Wide-The Afters

“If love is an ocean wide we'll swim in the tears we cried, they'll see us through to the other side”

The smoke from their coffee cup swirled silently between them in a slow, seductive dance.“That’s what makes it so hard.” Jacob met her solemn, vulnerable eyes and waited, waited until she blinked once, twice. Why, he didn’t know, he just wanted to see her blink, but instead he saw her as she was that night; soft, warm, trusting in the curve of his arms. “That it didn’t feel wrong.”His voice was soft and matter of fact but she felt the impact of each word like a sledgehammer beating away at her heart.
“It doesn’t, does it? It never felt wrong.”
Jacob and Bella stared at each other, totally at loss about what to do with each other but were secure in the knowledge that they were in it together. When Jacob flipped his hand palm up on the table, Bella slid her palm against his.
Their fingers twisted, threaded, squeezed and held on.
The Passing Years chapter 12-Tangled

Slow Dancing in a Burning Room-John Mayer

“No one’s gonna come and save you, we’ve pulled to many false alarms.”

Her eyes fluttered open, they looked almost as dark as his in the warm glow of the night lamp by her bed. They exchanged a sad yet resigned kind of smile that spoke of everything they had gone through, together and apart. Bella released his hair and touched his cheek and left it there in a disturbingly familiar kind of gesture that reminded them of the twist and oddity of one’s fate. Her touch, the dark depth of her eyes also told him in a rush of simple yet extraordinary unspoken words; I love, love, love you.
Bella and Jacob kept their eyes on each other until they slowly slid close on their own.
The Passing Years chapter 11-Heat

 Waterfall-Gavin Degraw

“Live by me, stand next to me/You’re lovely, let nobody else see and the tide is calling/ Shadows slowly falling/Waterfall, loving me.”

She was so busy with gathering questions and thoughts that she didn’t realize that she was absently brushing a hand over the length of his arm that was slung on her waist, sliding her fingers against the sleek, long muscle there, playing with the corded veins under the skin, relishing his warmth and the feel of his smooth skin, lacing their fingers and pressing against the calluses at his palm and fingertips. She breathed in the sun in his silky black hair, the trees and grass from his skin and waft of musk that was wolf and Jacob, unknowingly wrapping his scent and the feel of him around her and cataloging them in her mind under; love, comfort,home,Jacob.
The Passing Years chapter 18-Connection

 
Truly Madly Deeply-Ray La Montagne (Instrumental)

How do I feel? She repeated inside her mind, her eyes glued to his. The look inside those two deep eyes made her all too aware of the heat, the roughness of the fingers on her chin, that he was holding her within that shivering distance while the silence stretched on and on and on. Being so near, she could count his eyelashes if she wished, the thought brought her eyes to linger and wander to the tangle of black hair that framed his face, curled against his shoulders. They shifted to the wide angles of his cheekbones, that wide firm mouth, the stubborn and hard lines that formed his jaw. What she saw wasn't just a handsome face but a familiar one, a beloved one, a face that had burned itself into a corner of her memory where whispers of Jacob, my Jacob played over and over again.
The Passing Years chapter 22-The Sweetest Conclusion

 

I'm Yours-The Script

I may not have the softest touch/I may not say the words as such
And though I may not look like much, I'm yours
And though my edges may be rough, I never feel I'm quite enough
It may not seem like very much, I'm yours.

“You gave him a chance. Twice.  So give me mine. Love me, no holding back this time.”
The Passing Years chapter 22-The Sweetest Conclusion