Jasper in New Moon after Alice leaves with Bella to save Edward

Writers note…listen to clair-de-lune whilst reading

Here I stand, the long night drowning in front of my eyes. The hazy, Midnight-blue clouds swirling gently, dancing in-between the light of a thousand stars. The harvest moon, reflecting the last glimmer of dieing sunlight.

But none of this means anything to me, for I stand here waiting for my love to return. I look out into the night, into the evening sky. I stand in the forest, as close to the border as Carlisle's treaty deems possible.

I stand watching the horizon, never waning, never changing, never moving forward. I am frozen, a sculptor of ice waiting for her return. I look to the sea. Nothing moves. The world is at rest. But no rest for me, sleep will not call for the never aging, no rest for the cold-ones.

I cannot bear this separation, neither can she. I could not sense her emotion as she spoke those words of farewell to me over the phone but I heard it in her voice. Her efforts misguided, she cannot trick me, I know her to well for that.

"Don't follow me. I promise, Jasper. One way or the other, I'll get out…And I love you" She hangs up the phone.

Her final words ring out in my ears, over and over and over again I play them. Her words. Her swift, rattling words. Her lies.

Does she not care for me? Would she rather die for her 'brother', for her human companion than spend another day in my arms?

No I am wrong. I have felt her and I know I only lie to myself. She lies to keep me safe. What a stupid reason, does she not understand? I will not live without her. I have done so and all I felt, for nearly a century, was the anger and bloodlust of war. But she changed that. She showed me love and I will never forget that. I will never loose that love. So once it leaves I have no more reason. Once my love dies I will soon after perish.

I'll see her soon, I promise myself. She'll return. I try and believe my lies. I fail. My emotions to unpredictable. Uncontrollable. I lash out; my fist catches something hard, breaking through the surface too easily. How weak this granite, no match for my pristine skin.

I look down, my hand catching the last rays of sunlight sending out a million tiny sparks of light. Then the sun sets. It is night.