DISCLAIMER: Don't own Heroes. Own Jasmine Reider and a few other characters mentioned. Don't own Twila Parker. Twila belongs to Don't Diss The Sonic (I'm still laughing, sorry… XD). Don't own Matthew O'Loughlin & Jeremy Cambridge; Matthew and Jeremy belong to DreamerBoy from 9thWonders.

Basic info needed to understand this fic:*

Jasmine Reider is 26 years old and a special with the ability of Empathy. She has been diagnosed with clinical depression earlier in her life, somewhere during high school.

Twila Parker is also 26 years old and a special with the power of Hydrosynthesis. She was Jasmine's college roommate and is like an older sister to Jasmine.

Alexander McCollet is 26 years old (... repetitive ages, much...?); power of Pyrokinesis. Jasmine's high school ex-boyfriend, currently Twila's husband (like that'll ever change).

Matthew O'Loughlin is 27 years old**; power of Mental Manipulation. Jasmine's college boyfriend and now about 1 1/2 year husband.

Jeremy Cambridge is 16 years old; power of Precognitive Empathy. Street kid; not exactly homeless but strays from his home and arguing parents.

Any other characters mentioned will probably be explained later.

*These are just character info. If I explained the plot, it'd take forever to sum up.

**Ye gosh, I don't have variety in ages, do I? /sarcasm

"Sometimes you put walls up not to keep people out, but to see who cares enough to break them down." - Unknown

Jasmine was angry.

She was beyond angry. She was furious. Mad. Any other synonym of angry that existed, it was all packed into Jasmine.

And she couldn't even remember why she was mad.

She only remembered who she was furious at. The rest was blurred by her rage. Her voice deadly quiet, she spoke, glaring at the redhead who sat across from her, "Go crawl into a ditch, Twila." It was college that taught Jasmine to use Twila's first name to get her pissed off. The girl preferred Parker as her addressed name and usually ignored somebody if they called her by her given name. The reaction wasn't any different than the result Jasmine had gotten 8 years ago while trying to provoke her then friend.

The redhead simply ignored Jasmine's angered words and spoke in that ever so calm tone of hers. "Calm down, Jasmine." It was frustrating. How could this girl be so fucking calm when she was sitting straight across from Jasmine who had her fists clenched so hard that the knuckles were white?

"What if I don't want to calm down? What if I decide I'd rather bash your face in?"

Violence was never the answer.. most of the time. Jasmine never got violent toward Twila. The redhead was like an older sister to Jasmine. She would never hurt Twila. That was before Twila provoked her. Now, all Jasmine wanted to do was slam the redhead against the wall, take out all her anger on Twila, then throw her out of the house. One tiny problem, though. Jasmine was in Twila's house, sitting on Twila's couch. Or rather, Twila and Alex's house and Twila and Alex's house.

That was it.

Now she remembered why she was so mad at Twila. The redhead had talked Jasmine into having talk with her. For old times' sake. Just some catching up. And suddenly, in the middle of the conversation, Twila had brought up the question of "Do you still love Alex".

Jasmine had been so caught off-guard that she stuttered incoherent mumbles before shutting herself up. Then, murmuring a quiet "no", she had kept silent for the next few minutes. But Twila had pressed on. She claimed that she could understand if Jasmine was just a bit jealous. After all, jealousy was a human emotion. And after all, Alex had broken Jasmine's heart and had broken it again when she tried to rekindle their relationship. Then Jasmine had gone off and did the stupidest thing she had ever done, playing matchmaker with Alex and Twila after college. That was when the jealousy started. And it hadn't ended. Twila obviously knew that even though Jasmine had never revealed this piece of information to anyone besides herself. After being mentally reminded that she was - in fact - jealous of Twila and Alex's relationship, she had snapped at Twila.

And the redhead was still unfazed. What did it freaking take to make this girl flinch? Maybe Jasmine would snap again in her anger at Twila. Or maybe she would snap from her frustration at Twila's calmness.

Twila broke Jasmine's train of thoughts - which were only taking up mere minutes as opposed to the hours it seemed - and responded to Jasmine's earlier comment of bashing her face in. "You would never hurt me." The statement was a fact. A fact that Jasmine would have proven right back in college. But right now, she was absolutely sure that she would break that fact.

"Are you so sure of that?"

Twila only nodded, further propelling Jasmine's anger. The brunette quickly stood up, glowering. But instead of slamming her friend into the wall and beating the crap out of her like she wanted to, Jasmine trudged over to the door. Letting her hand linger over the doorknob, Jasmine murmured over her shoulder, "Goodbye, Twila." It wasn't a simple "goodbye, see you next time". When Jasmine said goodbye, the both of them knew it meant forever. It also carried a more hidden meaning, one that made Jasmine struggle to not turn around , break down into tears, and say sorry.

(I'll miss you, Twila.)

With that last goodbye – and no response -, Jasmine opened the door and walked out, slamming the door behind her. She slowly pulled her hood over her head and tried to walk away and shrug the past hour off as a dream. But it wasn't a dream and she couldn't walk away so easily. Guilt overcoming her, she slumped down on the stairs leading to the house she had just left. Why couldn't she make herself cut the bond? She had made herself get angry at Twila. She had made herself walk out the door and not look back. So why couldn't she make herself forget? Why couldn't she make herself go on without feeling the guilt of just turning her best friend's help away? Jasmine pretended she didn't know the answer as she slowly stood up and headed away from the house. But the lone thought, the lone answer to her questions, echoed in her mind, clear as the blue sky.

She was broken and only Twila could pick up her pieces.

"And I've lost who I am
And I can't understand
Why my heart is so broken
Rejecting your love
Without love gone wrong
Lifeless words
Carry on"

- Shattered by Trading Yesterday