A/N Hola! Well, I've decided to start another fanfic. I hope you guys like this because its taken quite a while to write. :P

Disclaimer: I own one copy of Twilight, two of New Moon, and like 6 of Eclipse but I don't own Twilight.


The icy wind came in gusts through my open window. Despite the mountain of blankets piled on my bed, the wintry night outside of my house chilled my bones. Another fit of wind blasted through my window. I was relatively surprised that no rain presented itself in the gale. I began to hum Edward's lullaby to myself as I folded my arms on the window seal and rested my head on them.

Strangely, in that moment, the wind subsided to a gentle blow. The air was damp and heavy – as it always was after a storm. Slowly the clouds began to shift and the stars shone through the inky black horizon. Phrases began to form in my mind's eye. They were distant, blurry but familiar. They teetered on the edge of my memory, becoming more and more distinct with each passing second. Then it struck me, a nursery rhyme Renée had taught me when I was little. Something I had repeated countless times…

I quickly focused on the first star that presented itself in my vision. I squeezed my eyes shut and whispered quickly.

"Star light, star bright, I wish I may, I wish I might have the wish I wish tonight."

"I remember hearing that as a kid."

Startled, I looked to the rocking chair in the corner of my room. Surely enough, Edward was sitting there.

"You scared me."

He laughed incredulously. "I scared you? I didn't think it was possible…"

And before I could respond with a witty comeback Edward was on the foot of my bed. I scrambled towards him. He smiled profusely and took me in his arms.

"Are you cold? Because I can—,"

"No. I'm perfectly fine."

Edward laughed at my ignorance and through the darkness flashed my favorite smile.

"Aren't you going to make a wish?" He offered.

I buried my face in the soft silk of his shirt and shook my head.

"I've already got everything I ever wanted. Why should I push it?"

Of course, times had changed. They had changed faster then I ever thought possible. It wasn't for the worse, but it certainly wasn't for the better. Edward had become distant, and more serious then ever. And so I clung to him, but he only pushed me away. The more he pushed, the harder I clung on.

It was never going to end, was it?

But for now I had to push through the pain. Any sign of weakness would be used against me.

"Bells, time to get up!" Charlie's voice echoed from downstairs. The words hung in the stale air of my bedroom. They rung out in my mind, and yet I was unable to process their meaning.

But they began to twist and change into a form I could understand.

'Bella, time to get up so you can go see Edward.'

I groaned softly and tried to think up an excuse that would make Charlie let me stay home. As much as I yearned to see Edward, his hollow smiles and half-empty eyes made the task far from enjoyable. Even worse were the times when we walked down the hallways together. As always, his arm was around me, but now it was different. His hand was on my lower back – like before – but he made no direct contact. His palm remained a few centimeters from the cloth of my shirt.

Charlie's voice rung out again, more urgent this time. I cast aside my hopes of skipping school along with my covers and scrambled to get ready. I pulled on the first things I saw, not caring about how they looked together.

I continued the rest of my morning routine dreading the generic conversations that would ensue with Edward.

'Good morning, Bella,' he would say, his beautiful voice monotone and lifeless.

'Good morning, Edward,' I would reply, just as monotone as him.

'How did you sleep?'

'Not as good as I would have if you had been there.'

'Sorry Bella, I had other things to do last night.'

'Tomorrow then?'

'I'll try.' Never 'I'll try my hardest,' or 'I'll try, love,' always just 'I'll try.'

By the time I got downstairs Charlie had already left for work. I grabbed an apple, slung my backpack over my shoulder and pulled my raincoat off of the hook near the door. Not bothering to check if Edward's car was outside, I left the house.

At first glance, through the pouring rain, the car looked right. But as my eyes adjusted to the change in light I realized the color and shape was wrong. This wasn't Edward's silver Volvo; it was Carlisle's black Mercedes. Not particularly fond of the rain, I rushed to the car and pulled the door open.

"Jasper?" I muttered in disbelief.

He forced the corners of his mouth up and nodded, motioning me in. I sat down, buckled my seat belt and gawked at him.

"Hunting. He told me to pick you up until he's back." Jasper answered my unspoken questions as he fed the gas and sped off.

Through the window I motioned to the heavy rain that fell outside. "On a day like this? And why aren't you with them?"

Jasper tightened his grip on the wheel. "Bella please don't talk to much, your breath…"

I bit my lip and allowed him to continue.

"He had a certain urge, and didn't mind the weather. Now if you want to talk, roll down the windows—the air circulation will help me."

I immediately slammed my hand down on the control buttons and the glass pane began to retract into the door. Water splattered all over my right side, but I didn't mind.

"He's avoiding me, isn't he?" Panic began to swell in the pit of my stomach, unable to surface due to the waves of serenity emanating from Jasper.

"He's not avoiding you," Jasper said in a soothing voice. "He was thirsty. He needed to hunt."

My stomach lurched at the last word and I turned away from his sickeningly calm golden eyes. Jasper removed one hand from the wheel and tore my left hand from the zipper of my jacket. He grasped it tightly.

"He'll be back."

I sulked until we reached the school.

The rain had stopped at some time during the short drive. I hadn't noticed that. Jasper parked Carlisle's car and got out to wait for me. I stole a glance at the dashboard clock –7:52 – and exited the car. We still had nearly 30 minutes until school began. I perused my lips impatiently and pushed the door open. Jasper stood just outside of the car, leaning against the exterior of a nearby Ford, parked in the next spot over.

"We have half an hour."

"Don't worry about it, Bella," he muttered as he led me to the wooden picnic tables outside of the main building. I sat on the dewy tabletop as he stood several feet away. "Didn't I pick you up around the same time that Edward does?"

Swallowing I nodded my head. "Well, Edward and I normally—."

"—That's enough. I don't need to know. No, I don't need to know."

I laughed slightly, momentarily forgetting my panic. "There isn't much to tell these days. It's all the same. Every single day is the same thing." I looked down, and began to twist my fingers into my jacket.

"He's become so distant. He'll kiss me but theres no emotion behind it, just his lips against mine," tears began to fall from my eyes, growing harder as I continued my confession. "In the hallways when we walk together he just presses all his fingers against thumb and keeps it centimeters from my back.

"And at night, we doesn't stay anymore. He hasn't for weeks. He always says he's too busy or has other things." I admitted, stringing my words together in most places.

Before I could lift my gaze Jasper was in front of me, his hands on my shoulders, pulling me to my feet. He leaned in as if he was going to kiss me and my mind went blank. I was vaguely aware of my hands dropping to my sides as he drew closer. But he did not bend down to come to level with my face; instead he tucked my head under his chin and embraced me.

I began to relax as my sobs quickly subsided.


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