I was listening to You Found Me, by The Fray the other day, and it got me thinking: what would have happened if Edward's family, friends, and Bella had left him when he had needed them most? What if his only friend was a doctor that he went to see every other day? And then that got me thinking again: what if Jasper was that doctor? Well, I sat down and decided to see what my brain thought.
Full summary: He is alone, sad, and depressed. He lost his family, friends, and the love of his life. He hit rock bottom, and they left as soon as he began falling. On top of that, he's ready to die. Dr. Whitlock, his psychologist, is the only one he can turn to. Once day, though, Dr. Whitlock leaves too. Edward decides then that life is not worth living if you're alone. Can someone save him before it's too late, and he's dead? And, if that, who would be willing to save him if everyone who ever cared left already?
Dr. Whitlock wants more than anything for him to feel wanted; to be loved again. Too bad the only one who can do that is nowhere to be found. But he's not giving up, no matter how what his job says. He wants Edward to know that he had always been there; he had always been willing to listen, to help him out. Even if it means searching for that long-lost love of Edward's, Jasper is willing to do it. And, lucky for him, it was never really that hard to find her. All he had to do was go to the corner of 1st and Amistad. Believe it or not, but it is ExB… eventually. Just not anytime soon.
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Prologue
Edward peered over the side of the cliff. He watched as the harsh waves slapped up against the side of the perilous cliffs. The water covered up the sharp, jagged, deadly rocks for a few seconds before slipping down slowly. It was the perfect way to end his life. Maybe he'd even get to see her again.
His heart began to hurt at the thought. Why would she want to see him again, if she had already left once? The answer was obvious to him: she wouldn't.
But, then again, he didn't care. Life wasn't worth living if no one was willing to help you through it. God didn't care about him. That is, if there even was a God. Probably not. If there was, then He wouldn't have let Edward live in Hell like he had. He wouldn't have let her leave him. There was no one out there who cared. Not anymore. They had made sure to point that out to him.
He backed up so that he could jump, taking off his shirt and throwing it to the ground. The wind blew hard, as if trying to keep him from doing this. His bronze hair whipped across his face as he got ready to run.
He was going to do it and no one and nothing was going to stop him.
He took off on a dead run for the cliff, never once slowing down. It was only when there was no longer ground beneath his feet that he heard it.
"No, Edward! Don't do it! I love you!"
But it was too late, for he had already crashed into the deadly water below.
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Holy crap. Talk about freakin' sad! Was that me writing that? I guess it was. Review; tell me if it's worth continuing or if I should just bag it now. Each and every review means the world to me!