His Lucky Green Eyes

by twilight mum69

Jasper is running from a bad break up under the guise of learning his roots in Ireland. Perhaps with a bit o' magic and luck o' the Irish, a chance encounter in a mysterious pub will mend his heart. Or destroy it beyond repair. E/J Slash.

25. Chapter 25

His Lucky Green Eyes I am def going to write this genre again :)

chpt 25

The man nods, his eyes sad. "Aye, lad."

I feel as though all the breath has been sucked out of me.

I gasp for air, quickly becoming light headed.

Soft, strong hands stroke my face and I focus on his green eyes.

Everything else disappears.

"Baby," he whispers.

I can feel my whole body tremble as I let out a strangled cry.

I can't process any more, it's all too much.

So I run.

I run along the sand until my lungs are burning and my legs are screaming.

Falling to my knees, I cry out, slamming my hands into the wet sand.

I sob.

I sob until all my tears are gone, and I have nothing left inside me.

Feeling a presence behind me, I turn quickly to find my grandfather sat on the rocks.

"I'm sorry," he whispers.

"I know."

"I never knew you. Your mother was so young when I had to leave."

"Are you?"

He nods. "Yes…and Jasper, are you the only male child?"

"Yes."

"So you're the storm I've been feeling," he chuckles.

"Storm?"

"When are you twenty-one, Jasper? I'm guessing by the air vibrating around you, it's soon?"

"This weekend, why, what's going to happen to me?" I pull myself up, sitting beside him.

"The changing," he sighs. "I left a note for your grandmother to give Gracie if she ever had a son," he stands and begins pacing.

"Dammit!" he shouts.