This is perhaps the shortest of chapters. It's very simple - after the big, emotional blows they've suffered, four heart broken souls just... isolate from the rest of the world. One night. Four different people. Four different stories. Not so different feelings.

The heart brokens

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Edward stared at the darkness of the forest. He felt numb. Only one word crossed his mind.

Bella.

He could hear the wind through the trees saying her name. He could hear the soft rustling of the leaves whispering her name. He could see the twinkling of the stars above telling him to go, run, tell her he was sorry, ask for her forgiveness, shout at himself for being such a fool, cut himself into pieces for making her be sad and miserable. He could sense it. She had lied to him. She was not nervous about their wedding. There was something more. Something much more deeper, much more complicated going on inside her. But he couldn't know. She had shut away from him completely. He had... lost her. His un-beating heart twitched in pain and he unconsciously took his hand to his chest.

Bella.

My sweet, beloved Bella.

He closed his eyes.

Please, Bella. Don't leave me.

Tears fell slowly on her pillow, creating a small lake of sadness where she was resting her head. Her Edward. Her dearest Edward. She had lied to him in the most cruel way possible. She had committed the worst of sins in her small universe. She had told him she was not going to marry him. But was it really a lie? A thorough lie? After all, if Sophie succeeded, she was not going to marry him, since he would obviously rather be with her in bed than in the altar with Bella.

The image of the last time she had seen her eyes crossed her mind. He would be destroyed. Desolated. Shut away from the world. Or... not? Would he be happy that she was out of the way so he could be with Sophie?

Bella, when I told you I didn't love you, that was the blackest kind of blasphemy.

Less than a year ago. In her room. In her bed. Edward. Had there ever been more love in that room than that night when they had both returned from Italy? Or just the previous night, just twenty four hours ago, when he had explained to her how much he loved her? How much he cared about her? How much he would suffer if she wasn't by his side?

But then what was going on? He seemed to be more busy with Sophie than with her. She sighed and stared at her room's ceiling. She would have to wait and see. She was too confused to do things by herself. She should better wait and see.

See what fate had prepared for her.

Thump. Shoe hitting a wall. Jasper.

Thump. Purse hitting a wall. Jasper.

Thump. She, hitting the wall with her fist. Jasper.

The hole she had left in it didn't matter – it was nothing compared to the hole in her heart. She loved him. She loved him. But she had had to do it. Otherwise, Sophie would take advantage. And she would lose Jasper forever. Forever.

Jasper. Yes, that was his name. Jasper. The vampire that had always taken care of her. The one that had always worried about her. The one that loved her every single day, every single night. Always. And she had hurt him beyond unimaginable. She felt a monster. A monster worse than the one she was now. She loved him. He had to know that. She loved him more than anything. Silently, she sat down against the wall and leaned her head back.

I'm sorry, Jasper. I truly am.

'Are you Jasper?' a white figure asked him. Her hair was short and black as ink, and his skin white as a ghost. A vampire. A beautiful, five feet tall vampire.

'How do you know my name?' he asked, awed by the little presence.

'I need to find doctor Cullen,' she said in her soft, chiming voice. She seemed to be in quite a hurry. But he had to ignore the power she was having over him, to fight that unknown feeling taking over him, and concentrate on what was more important.

'Why… Carlisle Cullen?' he asked her, and the girl's eyes opened in recognition.

'Aye, that's the one!' she exclaimed, 'Please, take me to him, you must.'

The boy hesitated a little. She was extremely beautiful, and seemed wise, and serious…but appearances were sometimes deceptive.

'Who are you?'

'My name is… Alice, I think. But there's no time, I need to find him!'

Alice pleaded him with her eyes. It was too irresistible for the inexperienced, young vampire...

'Alright. Come with me.'

Jasper sighed heavily and sank his head in the couch as he remembered the first time he had ever seen Alice. The feeling that he afterwards recognized as love… The beauty of her whole being… Her wisdom… Stupid him. Stupid him. Sophie was nothing compared to her. And he had let himself get carried away by simple, human attraction and desire, leaving aside the real love of his life. So now he had to suffer the consequences – Alice wouldn't marry him. He had been rejected. Would he ever be able to look at her face again?

'Are you Jasper?'

'How do you know my name?'

A/n: i NEVER got how Jasper and Alice got to the Cullen family, so I had it my way. Alice was transformed much earlier than Jasper, BUT he got first to the Cullens, and Alice got to the cullens because of Jasper. Awesome. That's my thing.