Your beautiful green eyes gleamed with determination...

His tender age prevented him from entirely grasping the concept, but a foreboding sense of many impending departures took hold of his heart.

Heavy with grief, Jasper experienced, for the first time, a surge of raw violence.

From the unexplored core of his young soul something was fighting to crawl out to the surface. He was tense, restless, irritable.

He needed an outlet something to sooth this burning soul; this thing he could not name yet.

His body felt different. Tight. Preparing itself for something.

Jasper wanted. What, he wasn't sure.

The memory of you was exquisite agony...