*Disclaimer* I own nothing. The Twilight Saga is owned by Mrs. Stephenie Meyer and all of her people. Over You is owned by Miranda Lambert and Blake Shelton and all of their people. You get the picture. Yes? Good.
This is my first shot at fanfiction, hopefully I do some justice to the Saga and the song Over You. Even if it's just a small justice.
I should also add that this fic is boy/boy. If you have a problem with that then stop reading, push the little back button and look for something else. No there will be no smut or anything of the like. This is "a man grieving over the loss of his partner" sorta fic in letter form. I don't promise a happy ending, just a way for Jasper (and myself) to grieve for the loss of someone we both love very much.
Please give it a chance and don't forget to review. Even if you're gonna tell me that it's horrible and I should probably stop. I could use some insight.
Over You
December 24, 2011
Deadly car crash
Three victims
One survivor
January 2012…
February 2012.
Dear Edward,
This seems ridiculous, but the therapist said that maybe this could help me cope. It's been about two months since that day. Not a day goes by that I don't think about you, every little thing reminds me of you. I can't step foot in our apartment, it's just too painful. I haven't been in since we left for our Christmas holiday, Emmett and Seth help me with the cleaning and restocking, sometimes I catch them giving me worried glances. While I pretend to sleep I hear them down the hall asking mom how I'm doing. Am I eating well? Simple question about my health, I don't know what I would do without them or mom. I've been living with mom, by the way, for the past few months. She's been so supportive, letting me cry on her shoulder for what seems like days but are probably only a few short hours. Sometimes I feel horrible. Not being able to help her the way she has helped me. Of course she would be just as bad as I am. I mean you were her boy, her son. How can she not feel as terrible as I do? Maybe that's her way of coping. I envy her strength sometimes. Sleep is the most difficult you'd be surprised that I can sleep for about 4 hours now, or maybe you'd be pissed. Who knows? I know you'll never get this letter and that's what hurts the most. You don't know how I'm doing; you're not here to help me get through this. You went away and you're never coming back…
Always yours,
Jasper
Thoughts? Yes? No? Maybe? Review please. Let me know what you think.