Warning: English is not my native language so you may find some mistakes there. Don't be mad.
Bella is standing near the window with a detached expression on her face and very different emotions.
Memory is a punishment. Maybe the worst it this life. Sometimes punch no easier than ran. You want to hide your face in the pillow and just to forget everything.
All your choices, akward situations, wrong words…
"Even me?" — his words break the perfect silence of the room, which was only interrupted by working clock. He knows this her condition and he even doesn't need to read her minds: he understands. During his, maybe, too long life he has done as many mistakes, as it is not a separate book enough to describe.
Bella is not waiting for somebody, she is not wondered seeing him here though. Vampires, don't they? She wants to turn around, but his hands don't allow her to and now she is staying in hia lap, pressed to the windowsill.
"What, Swan, your memories are torturing you again?" he sais with a smile and she sees this smile with nonexistent eyes on the back of her head. She just feels it. Just knows he I smiling. Bella nodes "So… I know a way to forget. Or to forget oneself, what you want."
"Pills?" girl succeed to dodge and now she was looking straight in Jasper's eyes. "Seriously?" she raises her eyebrow skeptically "I tried it…"
"Listen, can you just shut up sometimes?" interrupts her the vampire and simply kisses.