Dear Jasper,
How are things back in Forks? Congratulations are in order for Edward and Bella, I believe. Tell them I'm happy for them...and slightly confused.
I hear that Carlisle has received another raise. Or will get one very soon, at the very least. Give Esme my applause. The nursery is lovely. Also, I would advise Bella to stay far away from the family next month, particularly around the seventeenth. Carlisle will be able to deal with the blood much better than everybody else. Make sure Charlie doesn't kill Edward when he finds out, either. It'll be hard on all of them if Bella winds up with heart problems, especially in her current state.
I find it slightly odd that it's been cloudy nearly every day I've been here. Almost half a year already, and only ten days of sun. I can hardly believe it. It must be some odd stroke of luck. The most it ever rained here when I was little was a couple times a month. I had forgotten what shrimped tasted like fresh. It's absolutely delicious. It's sad, though, that I always have to cough it up later. If I could just digest it, I could eat all I wanted.
So Emmet and Rosalie are having another wedding? In France, this time, too. I really don't understand why he has to go along with her every wish. I know she likes to be flashy and extravagant, but still. Isn't once enough? There's no reason for so many weddings. I don't really understand the point for one anyway.
Well, anyway, tell everybody I said hello. And, before I go, I have one request: Put away the plane ticket – I'd rather not have any visitors
Love, Alice
I dropped the letter in the waste basket in the corner, my eyes sealed closed. I hadn't been planning on visiting Alice, though I knew now that any future plans were canceled. Bella would be happy to hear that she wrote. Esme would be absolutely elated. Rosalie would probably turn her nose up at the knowledge that Alice didn't find reason to her many weddings.
One thing I knew was certain, though, was that every time I received one of Alice's letters, my heart broke just a little more.
Every time I received one of her letters, something she wrote made me feel even more unloved. And I was too far from her to be able to read her emotions, to see if she really felt love toward me.
With that final thought I sighed, taking one last peek at the letter. Edward entered the room at that moment, and I shook my head toward him when he glanced toward the trash. He nodded, curtly returning to the hall from which he had emerged. I shuddered, even just slightly. For not the first time in those lonely, cold months, I collapsed on the floor and cried. Dry tears, I reminded myself.
I don't really understand the point for one anyway.
I knew that, had I been human, I may just have well have died of heartbreak.
I know, it's slightly off, and kinda confusing. It was just a random idea that I had...
Jasper and Alice EXTREMELY in love, married (they actually are married in the books)
Alice Biloxi, Mississippi native
Alice decides to move back to the home of her past, and lives there for a while, sending letters every week. Jasper starts to think that she's moved on because there are clues of it in her letters. The truth behind it all is that she just really needs some time to think through her past - you know, make some sense of things, try to find answers. She doesn't realize that she's writing hurtful things in her letters. "I don't really understand the point for one anyway" simply means to her that she could get married in a septic tank for all she cared, as long as she could marry Jasper. He's just a little dense and, of course, a romantic fool.
A note to sort out a bit more confusion: Bella pregnant, the 17th of the next month she thinks she has a miscarraige, but it's just a blood clot. Charlie doesn't now about the pregnancy until AFTER the scare. Alice is confused because it's basically impossible for Edward to have children: His body temp is to cold to keep the little guys swimming.
But hey, don't hot tubs warm things up a bit?
Read, review, and please don't hit me.