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[Beta'd by: TRDancer]
Special thanks to: My ficwife Ocdmess, and NicoleRosaliee for the song suggestion.

Song Inspiration: Panic at the Disco – Northern Downpour
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I pushed through the field of gold and chocolate – the image of her skin and hair melting into my heart as her body stretched across the ivory sheets. I blinked the damp salt stinging at the corners of my eyes as my hands brushed over the tops of the sugarcane. The gold of the crops well passed harvest letting off the sweet scent that reminded me of her tan skin in the early morning sunlight like honey and vanilla in the warmth of summer. The homey color of the earth beneath my feet, the same rich likeness to her tousled locks as my fingers slipped through them like silk. Her eyes – they were the perfect blend of both hues, shinning like a full moon in a clear night sky.

I gazed up at the storm-grey clouds and drew in a deep breath of air. The stalks swayed as if they were beckoning the water to them, doing a rain dance in preparation as the thunder rolled overhead. I closed my eyes and imagined the figure that embodied perfection, and the corners of my lips lifted as I remembered her dancing not long ago in this very spot.

./.

"Come on!" she screamed, her hair flying behind her as she weaved delicately between the stalks.

I smiled as I followed behind her, giving just enough distance to admire her entirely, but close enough to hear her laughter. She reached the small area of smashed crops we had claimed in the previous weeks during our hours of intimacy, and she collapsed to the ground, rolling onto her back as she continued to laugh lightly.

My foot caught on a stalk, hurdling forward as panic surged through me. Her eyes grew wide as she saw me falling directly toward her. She shut her eyes tightly and braced herself as I fell right between her legs, forearms landing on either side of her. My elbows throbbed in protest but the warmth of her body soothed any possibility of pain.

She laughed louder as I settled my body on top of hers and kissed her jaw and neck with gentle notions of affection. Wrapping her arms around my neck and her legs over my calves, she stared into my eyes with a gentle but coy smile across her lips.

"I love you, Jay," she whispered.

A crack of thunder and flash of lightening startled us both, and she gasped beneath me, pressing her chest against mine. The moon disappeared behind the dark clouds and the sky seemed to open up, crying warm tears.

She squealed from beneath me and tried to hide her head by burying it against my clavicle. I laughed and pushed her back down to the ground, kissing her lips passionately.

./.

The warm rain fell from the clouds, soaking my hair and clothes as I stood in the middle of the field.

"I love you too, Bella," I whispered, reminiscing over what I had a year ago.

She had left for college in New York last summer. Julliard. She always held such grace, flowing from one room to the next, and caressing me with the softest touch. We grew up together, loved each other, and escaped reality with one another, but she had higher dreams than I did. I was content to love her, simply but passionately for the rest of my life – she wanted to dance, see the world. She had insisted that we could make it work, but I knew somewhere deep in the pit of my stomach that I would never see her again.

./.

"See the moon? It's full tonight." She gazed up at the sky; the storm clouds long gone, leaving behind the brightest stars and palest moon.

My fingers danced across her soft skin, admiring every inch of beauty as I nodded.

"The moon will be the same, no matter where we are. Every night you'll be looking at the same moon as me, and I'll think of this night. I'll think of you," she said, matter of fact and not a hint of trembling in her voice.

My fingers stilled on her skin as I inhaled sharply. "Then I hope the moon never goes down, because I'll always be thinking of you."

She giggled softly, and rubbed the top of my head teasingly, a lock of hair falling into my face. I smirked at her, lifting myself upward and inching closer to her lips. Slowly, she reached her hand to my face, putting the loose strand behind my ear, and traced my jaw line. I closed my eyes, and inhaled her intoxicating scent seconds before I kissed her.

./.

"Jasper, phone call," my mother called from the kitchen.

My heart sped, pounding in my chest. Bella. I hadn't heard from her since the day she left four weeks ago.

"Hello?"

"Is this Jasper Whitlock?" the voice asked.

"It is."

"I'm afraid that I have some bad news. There was a car accident around eight this morning…"

I stopped listening – the phone slipped from my hand and dangled from the twisted cord as I sank to the floor.

./.

"I promise I'll be back for Christmas holiday, and every summer. You can come visit during spring break if your dad lets you leave the fields for a week, and I'll call and write every week," she said as we stood at the end of the driveway; the small wooden house far off in the distance, and the golden field beside us swaying in the gentle wind.

I looked down at her luggage resting in the dirt at our feet and swallowed. This was it. I nodded, touching my hand to her face as I attempted to smile. "I'll see what I can do," I whispered.

"I love you, Jasper," she said just before our lips connected.

./.

"I loved you too, Bella," I murmured as the rain poured, the tears I ached to shed that just wouldn't come anymore. Heaven was crying for her now.

"If all our life is but a dream fantastic posing greed, then we should feed our jewelry to the sea.
For diamonds do appear to be just like broken glass to me.
And then she said she can't believe genius only comes along in storms of fabled foreign tongues.
Tripping eyes, and flooded lungs; northern downpour sends its love.

Hey moon, please forget to fall down. Hey moon, don't you go down.
Sugarcane in the easy morning. Weathervanes my one and lonely.

The ink is running toward the page, It's chasing off the days.
Look back at both feet and that winding knee; I missed your skin when you were east.
You clicked your heels and wished for me.
Through playful lips made of yarn – that fragile Capricorn
Unraveled words like moths upon old scarves.
I know the world's a broken bone, but melt your headaches, call it home."
-Panic at the Disco – Northern Downpour

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