HOPE

HOPE

"Edward." Jasper called out quietly as Bella's figure disappeared into the darkness.

I took a step forward, ready to follow her as soon as Jasper was done speaking.

"Edward please, this isn't Bella! Her feeling towards you, there was no remnants of her former self. The only thing she felt towards you was pain and irritation."

"She didn't hate me then?" I ask, trying to monotone my voice, but hope was still laced threw it.

Jasper held back, not knowing what would be the better answer but I already knew the truth. She didn't hate me, she just couldn't remember.

"Jasper I know you're worried about me and I see where you're worry is coming from, but I think… I think their might still be hope. Something going on with her, you saw how she reacted when she saw me. Something inside of her is trying to break out. And if that something is the old Bella, then I'm just going to have to keep trying."

"Until you're killed?"

I heard him question in his head.

"Yes Jasper, until one she either kills me, or two she really doesn't know who I am and I realize she never will. But that would be death within it's self."

And with that I took off faster than a bullet, and I knew Jasper was headed home to give them word of my possible demise.