Chapter Three
I knock at her door. She doesn't respond.
I knock again. Nothing.
I opened the door silently. She was still facing the window, still sitting in the same rocking chair.
She doesn't react to the door opening.
I gulp even though I did not need it. "Bella?"
Silence.
I walk quietly towards her. I call out once again. "Bella? Can you hear me?"
She does not respond again, but I can see her slightly shaking.
Pain was still dominant. So is the hurt, broken, and confusion, but the loneliness is gone.
The confusion is reining over her other emotions.
She's still here. She didn't give up. Not yet.
I walk in front of her and look at the broken girl on the rocking chair.
She is still staring out the window, not moving.
I kneel down, take both of her hands in my cold ones and stay quiet.
Both of us are not moving, just staring; I at her and Bella out the window.
I do not care of the minutes and seconds that pass. I only care for her.
She blinks, she breathes, but still does not look at me.
The sun goes down, little by little, and still, with the seconds and minutes that had passed, she did not glance at me.
Until, finally, I say, "It's me, Bella. It's Jasper."
She blinks again and slowly turns her head to look at me.
She watches me for a few minutes.
Her emotions are relief and confusion. She whispers in a broken voice, "Jasper."