A/N: This is my first fanfic so plz read and review and tell me what you think =)
DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN THE CHARACTERS OR ANYTHING THAT IS FAMILIAR FROM TWILIGHT. ALL THE GRACE AND GLORY BELONGS TO Stephenie Meyer.
Song: Look After You, The Fray.
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BPOV
It was always different from what I'm experiencing now. People made fun of me since Elementary. People called me ugly, stupid, dumb, a bitch... I never had the strength to do anything back to them. I'd just keep walking, trying to hold back tears and cry later in my room, or I'd yell at them saying, "JUST LEAVE ME THE FUCK ALONE!", and then continuing my route and listening to their laughter.
I know, I'm tired of everyone telling me all the time. I'm ugly, and it's as simple as that. I'll never have a boyfriend who'll love me for who I am on the inside. All I do is ask why, though. God hasn't given me my miracle yet. And that's my question: why, God? Why isn't my miracle here yet? You've given everyone else theirs, so why not me?
But...when I met him, it all changed, though I knew he'd never like me. He took the time to talk to me, to look through me and befriend me. He became my best friend, my lover.
Like right now, he's my lover because he's making love to me. It wasn't for the sex though, it's for the love. He's not a terrible person; he really cares.
The thought makes me smile. We meet in Middle School, now here we are, fresh out of High School to get married. Just like my father, Charlie. And just after that, it was time to go start school again in college.
Any choice he wanted that sounded right, I'd agree with him. Just like when he proposed to me. Just like when he held me.
Just like when he made love to me.
My friend, my lover, my Jasper.
My life.
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