Missing You- Prologue

"Lucie? Lucie Masen?" A deep, husky voice called from behind me.

I froze.

I was at least 4,000 miles away from home and in a totally different country. I knew all of three people in London and they were in the bathroom.

I turned slowly, afraid to see who had called my name. I made a full 180 and came face to face with tan skin and dark gray eyes.

"Jasper," my voice was a low whisper as tears stung my eyes.

"I knew that was you! Get over here!" Jasper walked towards me and I took a few steps in his direction. He pulled me into a tight hug and I was immediately intoxicated by his scent. He smelled exactly like I remembered; like fresh fallen rain.

"What on earth are you doing in London?" I pulled out of the hug and looked up at his gorgeous face. "I thought you were in Boston at school."

"I was but I needed a change. Edward said something about taking a semester abroad so I did and ended up in London. I like it here though, I might stay for awhile. What are you doing here? Edward didn't say anything about mini Masen being in London," he was smiling the smile that always made my knees turn to jello.

It still had the same effect.

"I wanted something different. I was getting claustrophobic in Forks and I knew Seattle, or any American city for that matter, would be the same. I made a decision and packed up and moved," I smiled back and he just shook his head.

"You were always spontaneous. How long have you been here?"

"Oh about a month…"

"LUCIE!" I heard a shrieking voice scream from behind me and I turned to see Lilly standing in the middle of the lobby, hands on her hips and a scowl on her face.

"Can I help you with something?" I called back. She stomped over and just glared at me.

"We have to be in class in 20 minutes and you're standing over here talking to yourself. I think you're the one who needs help!" She rolled her eyes as she grabbed my arm and started pulling me toward the door. I looked back to Jasper, only to find that he wasn't really there.

I had imagined him again.

Ever since he left Washington for Boston I had begun to see him all over the place; bars, coffee shops, book stores, ladies bathrooms.

That's why I left Forks and moved to London, to escape the memory and to run from the pain.