Disclaimer: All things Twilight belong to Stephenie Meyer.
Jasper's POV
I laid the book I had been reading down as my senses were immersed in love-saturated air. I closed my eyes, as the sheer power of the emotion overtook me. I opened them, minutes later, to see Alice giving me a breathtaking smile. It had always been this way with us, so easy, so effortless.
I remember back to when we first met, so many years ago, in a different world. Her very first words to me were thus: "You've kept me waiting a long time". I would remember those words for all my existence, the very words that gave me Alice. Alice, my love, my soul, my life.
I had been through so much since my creation. The wars, the fighting, the bloodshed. But I had known nothing else. I would have never guessed the run my life would soon take, the salvation I was yet to receive.
It was my gift that ultimately changed my life. Once I was away from the hate, the violence, I began to feel something else, something stronger. Guilt. The emotion assaulted me unceasingly, ensnaring me. I just couldn't take the guilt anymore, the guilt of taking human life, all the more potent as I felt exactly what they felt as I drained them of their very essence. I wanted and needed change. When I met Alice, that day so long ago, I listened as she told me many things. Things that were, things that were yet to come. She informed me that she saw a family, a family that we would, in the future, belong to. This family was unique, as she described to me their golden eyes. They did not take human life.
That was when my life took a turn for the better.
But I didn't know how hard it was going to be.
I tried hard, so very hard, mostly for Alice. But sometimes I slipped, and the guilt and remorse would haunt me for the rest of my eternal days. School was my own personal hell. Their scent was everywhere, as their hearts beat constantly, sending their very existence throughout their veins. Temptation. It was like they wanted me to take it. Alice never grew angry with me or impatient, disappointed or weary. She said she would always be at my side, to pick me up where I had fallen, to comfort me in my grief.
Ah grief, we had fast become firm friends. And it was always caused by my hand, my fault, my mistake. It brought back feelings of that day, when I had known no worse pain. The day that Edward left her behind. The cause, my loss of control. That tiny speck of blood was all it took to send me over the edge, to become a creature of the night. I would never forgive myself for all eternity, the pain I had caused Bella, Alice, my family.
I hadn't realised that my feelings had begun to emanate from me, influencing the emotions of those around, until Alice walked to my side and lifted my face to hers, asking me with her eyes what was wrong.
Though surely she knew.
I was lost in the depths of her golden gaze, trying to portray the strength of the love I felt for her, the gratitude, and the hope that this life would never end. And she stared right back at me, love seeping out of her every pore, comfort too. We were never like Rosalie and Emmett with our love. Our love was a different kind of intimacy. We knew what we were to each other.
Each other's life.
Each other's everything.
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