1995
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A woman's hands beating down against a back of a man.
A man forcing himself upon a woman.
A poor woman with a baby.
A young boy being introduced into a gang.
A young man leaving his past behind and going to war.
A mental clinic.
Broken. Haunted by visions of his past, and the emotions of those he hurt.
PTSD, shell shock, hypersensitivity.
Doctors listed a thousands issues as if the man were a broken machine.
The man being freed. His mother dead. His former friends not what he wanted anymore.
He wasn't fixed. But the government had stopped funding his treatment.
Alice.
A touch.
Meeting eyes.
Blue eyes crossed her golden ones.
Behind his orbs lay not the same person she had lost, but his eyes told of a similar terror plaguing his mind.
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When all the visions cleared up Alice had a pounding headache, but she forced herself to focus and write down all the details. She drew sketch after sketch.
He looked almost identical to the man she had once almost met.
She didn't know how or why.
All she knew was that this man meant something to her, for her to see him before she ever even met him.
There were only seven people who had appeared in her mind before she'd met them in real life, and those were the Cullens, Bella and Jasper.
Fate kept pushing honey haired broken men her way.
But this man was decidedly mortal.
What was she to do with him?
Were the similarities with her Jasper a sign of fate? A second chance? Or did she see him for a different reason? Maybe she was to help him.
She had her psychology degree now. And though she looked too young to be employed anywhere for a prolonged period of time, she had been determined ever since Jasper to convince people to stay alive. She'd worked in mental wards before, and as a psychologist. She'd kept ten people from jumping off of bridges and buildings already. This broken soul wasn't going to escape from life like Jasper had.
There had to be a light at the end of the tunnel for him.
And even if fate showed him for not a single reason but for her to keep him from a similar fate like that of his lookalike, she would accept that role in his life.
