JPOV
There was nothing left. You're gone. I wish someone could bring you back to life baby. I miss you. Nothing is the way it used to be. Our home is no longer a home, it's merely a house. The trees have lost their color and the sky is no more than a dull shade of gray in my eye.
Ma and Edward made most of the funeral arrangements. I stayed in bed and wept. I wouldn't leave my room. I have never felt weaker. You are my strength. Ma tried to come in and cheer me up and tried to get me out of bed, but I barely acknowledged her presence.
My heart ached with the fire of a thousand suns and nothing could put out this eternal hell without you.
The funeral happened. Everyone talked about how you would be missed. Your parents weren't there. I still hated them. Everyone else, they all loved you baby. So do I.
A few days later Ma walked into our room with our lawyer. He was carrying several shoe boxes. His words went over my head until he said, "She wanted you to have these."
He placed the boxes in front of me and then left.
Ma sat next to me and I finally mustered up the strength to open the boxes.
Letters. From you.
I broke down sobbing. Ma held me as I cried.
I read all the letters without sleeping. My heart ached. I love you baby. Reading these letters make this life more worthless. I need you. More than you can imagine.
A/N: Poor Jasper. This story is almost done. Probably 5-10 more chapters.