A/N: So this is my first ff – ever. I'm nervous that it won't hit it – but if you like it; review (=
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Paradoxical, I guess you could call it. When you think you have your entire life figured out, you're happy and feel invincible. Nothing can falter your jovial confidence and determination. But when something as insignificant as the flick of a cigarette ends all that you've ever known, you feel guilty, for taking advantage of the opportunities for happiness. If you've never felt it, there would be no feeling of loss; you wouldn't have known what you're missing out on.
My best friend, my brother, my entire life moved away. Jasper Whitlock. We grew up together, practically living with each other, refusing to participate in hedonistic debauchery without each other. We were close, intimate, but not at all in the romantic sense. We tried that the summer before eighth grade, but it just didn't click. Many have mistaken out relationship for one of romance, but no; when we held hands in the hall, it was out of the love we had for each other – as family. He meant more than family did to me, and vice versa. We were everything to each other, our lives. We lived in sunshine until the summer before our freshman year in high school began – all without a semblance of what life without each other would be like.
Feeling as if it was just yesterday when life as I knew it had ended, I began reeling through my mind – repeating the events of that fateful Thursday afternoon.
The day began like any other; perfect. Jasper and I had planned to spend the day basking in Seattle's most famed attractions. A few hours away from my home town, Forks, Washington, I awoke early, eager for the day ahead. My father, Charlie, usually volunteered to chaperone our childhood excursions, but today Renee, my mother decided to take up the task. Jasper's mother was unable to join us for she had to work – as she does for so many hours. His father left him and his mother when he was seven, moving to Texas to pursue other dreams. The day progressed in a timely and extremely enjoyable manor, until the phone call Renee received while we were up in the Seattle Space Needle. Speaking in hushed tones on the other side of the room, tears began streaming down her soft, freckled cheeks. Closing her tiny pink cell phone, she came to us, informing that it was time we leave. Positively bummed to have the day end so early, I argued, pushed it. Eventually, she cracked; falling to her knees in tears. We got into the car parked along -side the obviously overused meter, and made our departure, heading home. I refused to let go of Jasper, repeating Renee's words in my head over and over again "Oh god, no. Honey, there's been an accident. Glenn's in the hospital, under intensive care – she's not going to make it." Jasper's mother, my second mother, is dying.