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"I don't know Esme. But we will find out. I promise."
All went silent, and I fell asleep quickly.
Jasper's Point of View
"Edward?" I called. I walked through the forest pushing aside branches, trying to find my brother. "Edward!"
"Leave me alone." I turned and saw him hunched over, his head in his hands. "Just leave me alone."
I walked over and sat down on a log next to him. I didn't say anything. Edward would talk in his own time.
The sun began to set as I sat there listening to Edward cry. It was a new experience, hearing him cry. He never showed his emotions around anyone; he always kept everything bottled up inside.
"I don't know what to do," he eventually said. "I don't know how to help her."
I patted the spot next to me and watched as Edward moved to sit by me. "Why do you want to help her?" I asked after a minute of silence.
He sighed. "I don't know, Jasper. I don't know anything about her and yet, I feel like I have known her my whole life."
I nodded. "I can understand that. That's how I felt about Alice when I first met her."
"But I don't know anything about her. She won't even let me touch her anymore! I ruined everything!" He buried his head in his hands again.
"You seem to know a lot more about her than the rest of us do," I commented. "And you saw her earlier. She let you touch her."
"But I ruined that by fighting with Emmett. I ruined everything."
I stared into the setting sun for a while. I could practically feel the anger and remorse rolling off of my brother.
"You love her," I whispered.
"Yes."
One simple word changed everything. One simple word made things ten times more complicated.
"So what are you going to do?" I asked turning my head to look at him.
"I don't know, Jasper. I don't know."
Rosalie's Point of View
"Emmett? What are you doing in the water?" I walked over and stood at the edge of the stream watching my boyfriend as he plopped himself down in the middle of the water, soaking his pants.
"Sitting," he replied.
"And why are you sitting in the water?" I asked.
"I felt like getting wet."
I couldn't believe I was about to do this. I took a deep breath and stepped into the freezing water, shrieking slightly.
"What are you doing, Rose?" Emmett asked.
"I'm coming to sit next to you."
"Why?"
"Cause' I feel like getting wet too." I sat down next to him and lay my head on his shoulder. He put his arms around me and sighed.
"So what was that about?" I asked. I had never seen Emmett act like that before. He was supposed to be the funloving guy, the guy who always cracked a joke.
"I'm just frustrated." He played with a strand of my hair. "This is not what I was expecting."
"I don't think anyone was expecting this, Emmett. But this is what our family has been dealt."
"I know that."
"So why did you blow up like that?" I asked.
He pulled away from me and stood up. I stood up too and put my arms around his waist. "I wanted a little sister that I could mess around with. I wanted someone to make fun of, someone to laugh with, someone to play games with."
I nodded as he snaked his arms around my waist. "And I wanted a little sister to protect."
"You have Alice," I commented.
"She's no fun though. She's too…perky. She doesn't need protection."
He sighed and rested his chin on my head, looking out into the setting sun. "I can't mess around with Bella. I can't even touch her," he whispered. "And that kills me. I'm not the type of guy who can be serious all day every day. I feel like that is what I have to be with Bella here now. I don't feel like I can be funny anymore; it might scare her."
"That isn't what frustrates you the most though," I said quietly.
"You're too perceptive for your own good." He chuckled lightly and pulled away to look me in the eyes. "I want to be able to make her feel better. I want to be able to scare the monsters away from her room. I want to be able to know what is bothering her!"
"I'm the big brother! I'm supposed to protect her! I'm supposed to make her feel better!"
"And you can't do that because you don't know what you need to protect her from," I said. "I understand, Emmett."
"I want to know what makes her the way she is. Why doesn't she talk? Why does she always wrap her arms around herself? Why does she constantly shake? And why does she curl into herself whenever she sits anywhere?" he nearly yelled.
"I don't know," I whispered, resting my head on his chest.
"If I ever find out who made Bella like this, I will tear them limb from limb and burn them. And I will enjoy every minute of it."
I laughed lightly. "I don't doubt that in the slightest."
We stood in silence for a while before I spoke again. "So what are you going to do now?" I asked.
He sighed. "I don't know. I am going to try to find a way to apologize to Bella without scaring her. And I will do whatever it takes to find out what happened to her."
I nodded into his chest. "That sounds like a good plan."
He pulled away and smiled down at me. "I love you, Rosie."
I laughed. "And I love you, Emmie."
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