Stephenie Meyer owns Twilight. I just steal her characters for my own warped purposes.

AN: Originally this was supposed to be Jasper's chapter, however I inverted the order. Up next we have two chapter's told from our "hero's" point of view.


"Real love stories never have endings." - Richard Bach.

It was out of the blue as most things are. He came in with a friend who thought that coming to a establishment such as mine would be the perfect way to re-enter society after mourning the death of his wife. The friend as well intentioned as he was could not have been more wrong, for he looked out of place, uncomfortable, ready to flee.

I was nothing if not a good hostess, so I swallowed my amusement and went to the newcomer, fully intending to set him at ease. I turned on my charming persona, looked at his eyes and lost myself inside the brown depths of my Jacob. Overwhelmed by emotion, I could not move or say anything. But I did not have to, he simply took me into his arms and never let me go.

Being with Jacob felt right, like a piece of me that had been returned to its rightful place. With Jasper I felt almost complete, almost love. On Jacob's arms there was no almost, I was sure and happy. I met his beautiful two year old son, Thomas, and his loving father, James. I was so relieved to realize that we indeed were not siblings since my feelings for him were not fraternal. We left France and married on Italy; on the eyes of the Catholic Church I had never been married, besides I did not use my real name, I could not risk being found. There we raised his son who soon became mine too; no other children were gifted to us, but our little family was happy and close.

Love found me when I had already become cynical and disillusioned, but I realized that real love can cure all wounds. We had loved each other as children, as adults we led separate lives but nobody can escape destiny, and my destiny has always been Jacob as his has always been me.

Now, we are old and happily sharing the same cottage where we have been living in for the past forty years. Our grandchildren and great-grandchildren often visit, they keep us young or at least as young as an old couple can hope to be.

Sometime ago I decided to write down the story of my life, so that the lesson I learned do not get lost on the sands of time. I want my family to know the truth about me, for I learned that openness is the only way to lead a healthy life. Every night I read my Memoirs to my dear husband who has lost a good portion of his sight. But it does not matter because we have each other, and his flaws are compensated by my strengths and vice-versa.

Against all odds I found love and happiness and all because I chose not to play by anyone's rules but my own.


See you tomorrow.