After a time I rose, and dressed.
I chose a simple pair of blue jeans and a dark blue blouse. I pulled out a pair of shoes I never wore, a pair of converses that I had bought back when they were first in style.
Jasper watched from the bed, but did not comment. My choice of clothing puzzled him, but he didn't say a word about it, leaving me to explain if I so chose.
I ducked out of the room and into the hall. I started down the stairs, but stopped, and on impulse darted into Jasper's room.
I found paper, and a pen. I wrote quickly, carefully, and neatly. Then I folded the paper and left it on his pillow for him to find. I would leave a letter at the hospital for Carlisle as well, I decided as I opened Jasper's closet.
"I'm borrowing your jacket." I said to him. I could feel his confusion increase. I rarely, almost never, borrowed his clothing, and in fact had tried to convince him many times to get rid of this particular jacket.
It was a dark green leather jacket. It had rips and tears all over it, only some of which had been repaired. The zipper was broken, and the pockets were ripped and full of holes. The jacket was old, very old.
What mattered to me, right now, was that it smelled like him. Like my Jasper, the man I was leaving behind in an attempt to protect. I took a deep breath, taking in the scent that permeated the jacket. Then I slipped into it.
I was out of the house in seconds and running north as fast as I could. I smiled, though I could already feel the ache that was caused by Jasper's absence, because the vision had changed again as I had left the letter for Jasper.
The family would still be hurt, as would Jasper. But he would be able to endure it, and he would be able to help the others. He would be able to be strong for them, and would be there when I came back, waiting.
I would hunt later, I decided as I left my family far behind.
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