One request from readers; when ya'll are readin' please read in a western accent! NOT all the time, just when you might feel necessary and when Jasper is talkin'!
"You better come back to me Jasper Whitlock." His mother sternly says to her son, her eyes weary and tired just like the rest of his family. No mother wanted their son to go to war, having to worry day and night waiting anxiously for two things; a letter or her son back.
Everyone was gathered around the Whitlock family; the father, his wife, two sons and one precious daughter. Jasper was dear to everyone; he would carry those bags of food and other stuff for the old ladies that couldn't do the handy work anymore, he would do the labor work when the others were tired or had other things to do, he would tutor the kids that couldn't understand or weren't allowed to go to school. He was the darlin' of the town. Handsomest of them all, with blond curly hair and shiny sea blue eyes.
No one really agreed with his decision to follow his uncle to war. He always claimed that he was going to war because with him the south would start winning. He was a cocky, arrogant, sweet, loving, dashing man.
He would be missed.
"Jazzy don't go, don't leave me!" screamed his delicate sister, running as fast as she could to hold him back. His eyes stayed emotionless. Hurting inside. No one knew though. They couldn't know, it wasn't safe for them to know.
"I'll come back for you kay. Don't cha worry darlin'. Imma comin' back for ya. And then we can go ta that park that you wanted to go ta. Alrighty?" He bends down, saying softly to her. This was his moment, to tell her that he loved her no matter, whether he would be there or not.
"I love you Jazzy."
"I love you too." Tears running down everyone's eyes, everyone felt a slight pain of sorrow in the chest as they watched a love one leave.
"Bye Ya'll. See ya soon!" Jasper exclaims with fake enthusiasm.
"Jasper, son, I want you to know that I'm proud of you. And I'm waiting for ya to come back to fix that horse carriage!" says his father, he clasps his hand on his son's muscular shoulder, giving a squeeze and a loving gesture.
"I will."
And with that he was off.
Days passed, weeks passed. Months turned to years, and years to many more years. Yet beloved Jasper never came home. Little baby girl Whitlock, died of depression, her weak heart and stressful body could no longer take the weight of her brother's suspicious death.
Both brothers also went to the army following their elder brother's steps, yet fortunately they came back, bringing happiness that slowly started to fill out the loneliness of their own dead brother. Slowly, yet surely, everyone returned to how they were before the death of the young man. A space in their hearts that would always feel empty. Both brothers got married to beautiful women, and had many children to carry on the family fortune.
Jasper's mother and father stayed alive for a very long time, but also when their time came they also became extinct of life.
Not many actually knew what happened or how. But someone in this world does. In this present time of the 21st century, somebody knows why Jasper Whitlock Cullen Hale truly went off for war unwillingly.