Author's Note: This is Jane/Aro, my OTP. This is just an incredibly quick one-shot I did, kind of for practice. I hope you enjoy it. Reviews are oh-so-lovely, and I'd love to find more Jaro fans!

Written in second-person (because I've never written second-person before) from Aro's POV. Because I love him.

You understand, more than anyone else ever could, the sheer complexity of thought. There's no counting the number of memories you've seen. You love seeing them—the rush of words half-formed, the attempts to rationalize any and every action with twisted logic. You find it fascinating, watching those thoughts click into place. One. By. One.

You've studied their psyches for millennia, following those intricate chains of thought up until the last moment (before you suck their blood dry). All those thoughts have taught you how to be rational. Controlled. Your thoughts will never be as jumbled as those of your victims; your thoughts will never flit back and forth, panicked and aimless, in the face of pressure.

You have far too much to lose.

Of course, none of that matters now.

Because with her, it was never about thought at all.

It's not that you can't control your thoughts around her; it's simply that they cease to exist. You glimpse her in the hallway, her tiny, delicate frame swathed in too much fabric, and your throat catches. You can't breathe. There's far too much space between you and her, and no matter how near you get, no matter how tightly you hold her, she's never close enough. It's maddening.

You can't stand to think about it. So you don't.

And anyway, you know all the arguments.

She's too young.

She's 714 years old. That's hardly young.

And you're too old.

Aren't we all?

I mean, look at her. You could break her with your pinkie finger.

I'd like to see me try…

Yeah, that's probably how you get your kicks, isn't it?

I would never hurt her.

Isn't that what you're doing?

…Yes.

Because you know it can't last.

And you know you don't have the strength to stop. You can't stop kissing her, swallowing those tiny little lips. You can't stop needing her, and you've never needed anyone in your life. You can't stop touching her, wrapping your hands around her face and following every single thought she has. One. By. One.

She'll have to do the thinking for both of you.