Author's Note: I only had one review on the first part of this story but it forced the wheels in my head to start moving. It gave me a real burst of inspiration so I have decided to continue on with this story. I forsee this being a 4 parter but you never know. I apologize for the beginning being so sad but it will get better, I promise. Oh and I would LOVE some reviews please!!

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He closed his eyes. He felt it again. It was quick but being so in tune to her, he felt every change in her mood, no matter how small.

Emotions from her were like the weather. Sometimes they washed over him like sunlight or a cool breeze. But on those rare occasions they were like a thunder or rain.

Today it was rain. It was overwhelming rain, like a flash flood. It quickly washed over him and he didn't know what was making her so sad. Her sadness appeared for a brief second but he felt it.

Then her hand touched his face and she beamed with love for him. He felt himself smile, something he rarely did and something he only did for her.

She touched his eyes, his mouth, his nose, lightly caressing him as if he were the most precious thing she had ever seen. Her need for him made him stronger but her love made him happy. They didn't require much from one another. Just to be near one another.

Suddenly he felt it again, the rain from her soul on to his. She was feeling sadness again but she wasn't telling him anything. She hadn't spoken a word since they had lain down.

He felt her move next to him, sitting up and pulling away from him. The rain was still beating against his soul though it had gotten darker for a second, more desperate. Sitting up as well, he looked at the back of her head, wondering what was going on inside of it.

Then, just as quickly as the rain came, it was gone but it wasn't replaced by her normal sunny spirit. Instead in its place was nothing. He felt as if she had cut him off somehow.

She rose to her feet, and he followed. Turning toward him, he felt a bit of her sunshine in the smile that had spread across her face, though he still felt that desert her emotions had left behind.

Looking into his eyes she whispered "I love you Jasper."

He could only force the corner of his mouth to rise because he was beginning to panic. Without giving him time to ask questions, she grabbed his hand and started back to the house.

Confused, he followed her. He had never felt these things from her before. Their love was strong and it was unspoken. He relied on in it, and her, to keep himself from going back to the life he had once led but he wasn't sure what to do if she took all that away from him.

He was so consumed with his own thoughts he hadn't even realized they had reached the house.

"Oh, I need to go talk to Bella, I'll be right back." She said with her overzealous bounce that made him love her more. He leaned down and lightly kissed her cheek barely thinking about what he was doing. He watched her turn and walk away.

Then it happened. He felt it in her. It was like glass shattering within both their souls. Since the minute they had met their hearts had grabbed a hold of each other and not loosened their grip. Right at that moment, her heart had let him go. Its fingers had slowly uncurled from around his and drawn away.

He reached out a hand to her and took a step forward, as if he could give his heart back to her, make her keep it safe. But he couldn't.

So he focused harder, pushing aside his panic, to find the reason for her withdrawal. Then he found it. Her sense of duty was overpowering all her other emotions. She needed to do this, for reasons beyond herself.

She was leaving him.

She was going to walk away and never look back and it was killing her as much as it was killing him.

Just as he dropped his hand to the side, she turned back toward him, unaware of the pained expression on her face. He hated that this was happening, but he knew deep down that she would never do something like this unless it was the only hope.

He raised his right hand, palm out toward her, his expression broken and sad. He wanted her to know that he understood, to ease her pain a bit.

Both their hearts lay dying on the ground between, and he knew at that moment, she wanted him to understand.

He already did.