DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN ANY TWILIGHT RELATED THINGIES
Chapter 1- What Now?
Jasper's POV
It's been a year since my beautiful wife was killed and a little over a year since we left Forks. We all resented leaving. Everyone missed Bella, even Rosalie which surprised us all. She did not like the fact that Edward had broken her heart like that and left her in the woods all alone, neither did we. I finally had enough of living in this nightmare. I couldn't stop thinking about Alice… she was my everything, my whole existence was tied to her… and now nothing tied me to this hell hole.
I marched downstairs and into the living room to find Carlisle. He was sitting on the couch with Esme next to him, I could feel strong love and passion radiating off of them. "Carlisle. I need to leave." I said in a dead voice.
He stood up to face me and put his hand on my shoulder, "I understand Jasper. Just know that if you wish to come back, you always have a home here."
Esme nodded and I put on a fake smile, "Thanks."
"Make sure to check in often!" Esme said as she pulled me into a hug.
Sadness rolled off her like an ocean, I hugged her back and sighed, "I will. Bye." I let go and ran out the door.
I think it was three days I ran. Only stopping to hunt. I stopped at our old house in forks. I caught the faint smell of Bella and wondered how she was. Since we had left I couldn't stop thinking about her. I decided to pay her an overdue visit.
I came to her house and stopped in the front. I never realized how small it was, because Edward never let me near her. Because he was afraid I would hurt her. I cringed at the memory. I made my way over to the front door and noticed that Charlie's Cruiser was gone. I knocked on the door and waited. About three minutes later I heard rustling and footsteps inside. Then it hit me. The feeling of dread, loneliness, heartbreak. It was Bella.
She opened the door, her hair was a mess, she looked a lot paler, dark bags under her eyes, and extremely thin. When she saw me her eyes widened what she was feeling changed to utter shock and love. She threw herself at me in a big hug, I hugged back and breathed in her sent. It was nothing like that flower shit Edward talked about. She smelled like cinnamon and pumpkin pie. Yum… She was so warm, like she was her own little sun.
She started sobbing, "You came back…"
I rubbed her back, "I'm so sorry Isabella, we never wanted to leave you. Please fo-"
She shushed me, "It's not your fault… I understand Edward doesn't love me…" her feelings turned to anxiety, "Is anyone else here? ..." she mumbled embarrassed.
I sighed, "No Isabella… it's just me…"