Author's Note: Chapter Two. Read, review, enjoy. First time writing a fan fiction in a long long time, so getting my feet wet so to speak with this one. Hope everyone likes.

Disclaimer: I own nothing of Twilight. Nothing. Nada. Zilch. Damn, now I'm depressed.

As I pulled slowly up the driveway, memories flooded my mind. They always did whenever I attempted this. Usually, I would turn around one I saw the house, my emotions overcoming me. But this time, this time would be different. For one, it has been three years since I last attempted to come here, and I knew I was much stronger now. Secondly, this time was not me visiting to try to remember Edward, I was visiting to walk through my past once more, and then leave it all forever behind me.

I began to turn the corner and the large white house that used to be occupied by the family that meant so much to me loomed before me. Nothing had really changed in five years, there was definitely overgrowth, but someone had been there once or twice to maintain the home on an annual basis. I found myself noting that the usual heartache returned. But to my relief, while the heartache was there, it was not overwhelming. It was there in the background but I pressed on the gas, urging the truck to go forward.

I parked the truck and stepped out. Everything seemed erriely quiet and foreboding to me. I made myself peer through the first floor windows. How I longed to break in and walk through those rooms again, emersing myself in the memory of it all, making myself remember and forget all at the same time.

I walked around to the garage, and I froze. Someone was here. The car was a nice Lexus, and I recollected from a car magazine that Jacob had lying around one day that it was one of the newer models. It wasn't Edward's car, but then again, that model would be old to him and he probably would have something newer then his Volvo.

Panic struck me for a brief moment. I collected myself and decided that this would have to be enough before I was discovered.

It was then that a familiar voice rang out from behind me, stopping me cold in my tracks.

"Hello Bella."

The voice made me want to weep and laugh at the same time. I struggled with myself on whether to turn around. Slowly I turned. I took in the marble figure in front of me. He was exactly as I remembered him, not that I was expecting him to change much.

I deliberately walked up to him slowly, not wanting to appear eager. "Hello Jasper."

"It's good to see you again." He looked at me more and suddenly the anxiousness that I felt as a result of finally seeing a Cullen after all these years melted away. It was replaced by calmness, and I knew the vampire in front of me was responsible for that.

I nodded in response to his comment. "How long have you been here?"

He looked at me, and I knew that he took in the fact that I deliberately did not respond that it was good to see him as well. "I have only been here for a couple of days. I was hoping to see you Bella. I did not realize it would be so soon, but I am glad you are here." He paused a moment, looking at me. "Would you like to come in?"

I paused. Would this be healthy for me to actually go in the house, talk to Jasper? Would this reverse all the work I had to put forward to move on? When I left, would I return to the state I was in right after my eighteeth birthday? I did not know if that was what I truly wanted, but I knew I could not, would not say no. I have been longing to re-enter this house for so many years. "Yes, I would like that very much."

That was one of the longest exchanges I have ever had with Jasper Cullen. As a rule, Edward used to have me stay away from him more often then not, especially when there was a chance we would be alone. The other Cullen's worried about Jasper and the possibility that he might decide to partake of the goods, so to speak. He had been a 'vegitarian' for years, but he was the only Cullen who ever lived as a true vampire, and he did that for well over one hundred years, before the guilt overtook him and Alice had found him.

As Jasper led me through the garage into the house, I decided to make polite conversation. "So….How have you been?"

I thought I noticed Jasper pause for the briefest moment before he answered. "I'll be fine."

I noticed the future tense in his answer. I was curious as to why he was currently not fine, but before I could ask, he led me to the living room. I stopped, looking around. I remembered Edward and myself here so many times, playing, laughing, talking. The memories rushed back once more, like a dam bursting wide open. It was too much. I felt like she was that young teenager again, and panic started to envelop me as I recalled the pain of Edward unleashed on me when he left.

I begin to feel dizziness overtake me, when I felt a cold hand touch my shoulder and the panic began to subside. I turned and looked at Jasper, concern tracing his face. I could tell that yet again, Jasper was trying to help me through this, he guided me to the couch in the middle of the room and urged me to sit down.

When I sat, he sat as well, noting that he stayed close, to assist me with my emotions that were running wild at the moment. "

"This is really difficult for you, isn't it?" he asked. I noticed then the hint of the southern accent that he had.

"Yes. I haven't stopped by here in years, to allow myself to move on, to forget. I have not been inside the house since everyone lived here years ago, and I am afraid that the memories got to be too much."

"So why stop by now? Not that I am not happy to see you of course." He added quickly. I looked into Jaspers eyes and knew he was genuinely happy to see me.

"I'm leaving. I just couldn't make myself leave Forks forever without seeing this part of my life one more time."

Jasper just nodded and unexpectedly grabbed one of my hands and put it in his for just a moment. He hand reminded me of Edwards, cold to the touch, but Jasper's grasp was somehow a bit firmer then Edwards. He looked me in the eyes. "Where are you going to, Bella?"

"Boston. I have a job in a publishing house there. I looked online and found this cute in-law apartment outside of the city in Andover, from what my new boss tells me, I am going to have a bear of a commute, but the apartment was just perfect and I couldn't resist. New England charm and all." I smiled at Jasper. It was easiest having him be the one here, not the others as he could help control the emotional rollercoaster I was going through.

Jasper smiled. "Well, I guess maybe we will see one another then."

I looked at him quizzically and then panic rode up at the idea that the Cullens were residing in New England, that Edward was in New England.

Jasper sensing my panic, raised his hand as if to tell me to stop. "It's not what you think. The Cullens are not there, Edward is NOT there. I live in southern Maine. It's not very far from Andover at all."

Confusion was now the primary emotion I was feeling at the moment. "Only you? Why only you? Why Southern Maine?"

Jasper smiled only what could be considered a sad smile. "I was hoping I would be able to talk to you while I was here. I haven't been with the Cullen's in a while."

"What? Then why are you here?"

Jasper's sadness reached his eyes. "I am here to remember too."