Turnaround,
Every now and then I get a
little bit helpless and I'm lying like
a child in your arms
Jasper felt as if he was a puppy, that had been kicked and poked with a stick and left on the side of the road miles away from home. He felt completely helpless, he felt at a loss with out her. Alice was still there, physically; but she wasn't their emotionally. She was like a shell of a person; she didn't think, she hardly talked or moved, and she rarely ate. Her eyes were beyond black, if that could ever happen; but she said she never had hunger. Everyone turned to Jasper as if could fix her with a nod of his head or a snap of his fingers. What was he supposed to do, if he didn't know what was wrong. He wasn't a magician or a genie.
He just wanted everything to go back to before, when the room could be full and they would only see each other. But it was like Alice just looked through him now. He was sick of the pestering from his family, he didn't know what was wrong yesterday or the week before, or an hour before; how was he supposed to know now when she didn't speak. Jasper, himself was becoming a shell; he was becoming weak. He wouldn't hunt, even though his hunger was stronger than ever; he didn't want to leave her alone. Neither of them had touched the bed, if they are in the room at the same time; it is usually in silence and on opposite sides of the room.
Jasper refused to give up on Alice, she would come through whatever has been plaguing her and everything would be back to normal. He wished she would let him in. She knew she could trust him, didn't she? Jasper was slowly breaking down because he watched his wife's shut down. Jasper had no idea what could be going on, to make her have so much pain. She had blank emotions most of the time, but sometimes when her concentration slipped just for a few seconds; he could feel pain and anguish. Pain that stabbed him in his gut.
But he refused to let her disappear, he was going to do whatever it took to bring his Alice back.
Alice watched Jasper walk over to her, pained expression on his face. He sat down next to her on the couch and leaned back, he didn't breathe. He was listening to her breathe. She wanted to stop, stand up, and leave him by himself. But she couldn't. She wasn't that cold, that wasn't her nature. But had she been acting her nature lately anyway? She kept her breathing at a normal pace and eyes glued to the t.v. She could feel Jasper's arm hover over shoulders, before the presence was gone. She felt the cushion of the couch rise and sink and she scooted a little closer. Why did he have to do this. Why couldn't he just give up with me. Why did he have to care so much. She felt something brush over her hand and she tried to ignore it, but a few of her fingers tried to reach for whatever had brushed her hand.
She could see out of the corner of her eye, Jasper's eyes light up just a little bit. He moved his hand back over hers and put his hand into hers. Alice never noticed how perfectly their hands had went together. She intertwined their fingers and as she did she felt a spark, and immediately regretted it. The pang of love, hurt, happiness, and fear ran throughout her body. Love pushed it's way through the surface, and she couldn't restrain herself any longer. She lept into Jasper's lap and clutched him for dear life.
Jasper sat in shock for a few moments before hugging her back. All Alice kept saying was 'I'm Sorry, I love you so much.' Over and Over again. Jasper had no clue what that meant but he was glad that she was acting more like herself. She knew she was weak, and right now she didn't care. She would go to the top of the world and cry out how weak she was; but Alice just needed to know that she and Jasper were in love right now; and maybe she shouldn't think so much about the future. Jasper ran his long, bony fingers through her short locks as she clutched him, still whispering in his ear. He grabbed Alice's face and rubbed his nose against hers; and he heard the best sound in his existence. Alice giggled.
"Jasper, were not in Denali anymore." she said eyes not quite sparkling, maybe glittering.
He smiled and kissed her forehead and she wrapped her arms around his neck and placed her head on his shoulder. They sat that like for hours, Jasper kissing her jaw line, and neck. Alice running her hands through his blonde hair, just enjoying him holding her.
But all perfect moments, must come to an end. Alice's arms fell limply from around Jasper's neck and she closed her eyes, trying to get it out of her mind; but only making her concentrate more on the vision. Jasper felt Alice's body tense and he felt worry run through his body. He stared at her angelic face, and watch her features become disfigured with her pain. She was seeing something, she had to be.
Alice opened her eyes and looked up and Jasper, and smiled. Trying to reassure him. She could turn back to her shell later, but now she just need him to hold her in his arms.
