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The weekend seemed to pass with a mesmeric tranquility – the soft rain never halting it's fall nor the mist in its thickness. I felt safe, cozy like some small mouse snoozing in its home within the walls. I spent most of my time writing music – dancing in my room, along hallways and in the kitchen as I wrote new melodies, melodies for those I lost and for anyone who dared listen from beyond the grave. My homework became a distant thought as creativity claimed me as it's slave. Bella and I cooked and baked – assisted Charlie in areas that he fell short in. I adored cooking with Bella, talking and laughing as if it were only the two of us that existed in this world. She told me about her novels and classes, about a mysterious Edward Cullen that wriggled underneath her skin in some agitating way.

She had informed me of a trip to La Push Ocean Park that would take place in two weeks' time. I didn't know Bella's friends all too well, but when my little cousin asked me to come – when she scrunched up her face in some purposeful innocent way to convince me to join her, I couldn't say no. Bella hated the cold, any wet and slippery thing. She grew up in the warmth – a paradise of gentle warm sand that tickled feet and glided easily in the hot summer's breeze. This trip would be a good distraction for her, and perhaps – maybe for me as well.

As the weekend slid into the frost covered morning of Monday – I lazily unpeeled the covers of my bed and tiptoed to the window. The plush carpet was icy against my pointed toes, but as I looked through the delicate icy lace that crusted the window's glass, a small spark of excitement lit up inside me at the possibility of snow-fall. Delicate on my feet, I padded my way across the darkened house and into Bella's room. She was still asleep, perfectly cocooned and nestled underneath layer upon layer of duvet, blankets and sheets.

Tiptoeing to the side of her bed, I leant down and placed a single kiss on her forehead. She stirred lightly, her eyes opening with a foggy sleepiness.

"Good morning sweetheart, would you like some hot coco?" I asked gently, still aware that her ears would be sensitive to sound after just waking. She rubbed her brown eyes and let out a groggy yawn as she nodded. "Perfect, I'll go make some and bring them up to you. Just stay right there, my lovely."

Getting up, I traced my steps back towards my room and enveloped my white nightdress in a warm pastel-pink dressing gown. Picking up my violin, I placed its velvety chin-rest underneath my chin and began to play a soft melody as I made my way down stairs and into the kitchen. Humming to the sweet music, I placed my violin down to make some hot coco and warm French toast for breakfast – my humming slowly turning into singing as I went and moved about the kitchen with ease.

I made three portions and delivered the first to Charlie who was just getting out of bed to prepare for work. With Bella second, she had fallen back into a deep sleep. My cheekiness was almost tempted to pour some maple syrup onto her sleeping face but I thought against it. Placing the food and drink on her bedside table, I kissed her cheek and pulled the curtains open before returning to my room with a tune at my lips.

I felt more relaxed about today, more hopeful as if the events of last week had become a strange blur. But a nervousness, a sense of loneliness still pinched my skin as I ate and quickly did my homework last minute.

I decided to dress in a mini light-gray pleated skirt, black tights, a tucked in white turtle neck long sleeve top and a pastel pink coat with a white peter pan collar. Tucking my feet into my black boots– I plucked up my backpack, violin and went downstairs to find Bella waiting by the opened door. Her expression looked distant and lost, as her soul had escaped her body to drift elsewhere. Placing a hand on her shoulder, her eyes blinked herself back into her physical form. Looking down at me, her cheeks flushed an embarrassed pink.

"Ready for another week?" I pondered aloud – knowing her answer before she spoke a feeble lie.

"Sure, and nothing beats school on a freezing day." I sighed at her sarcasm, at her inability to see the wonder in Jack Frost's creations. "Let's go."

I followed her out of the house, closing the door with a soft click as Charlie hopped out of Bella's rustic truck. My eyebrows furrowed in confusion at his early adventure. But before my lips could part to voice my curiosity – a small oomph broke the morning's lullaby as Bella slipped onto the icy floor.

Seeing her slip, her name exited my mouth in a fearful cry. I rushed towards her, brushing her hair out of her eyes as I checked to make sure she was okay.

Fall, Slip, Shatter.

That was all it took. Mama… I searched Bella's eyes, her body as a rush of questions escaped me. That's all it had taken…one slip and she –

"I'm alright Willa, I'm okay." Her features reflected a fearful bewilderment at my panic at my trembling body and quivering chin. Mama….

No.

Everything was alright. These weren't my mother's eyes that I looked into – these were Bella's. Beautiful and healthy, strong and safe. I tucked in my bottom lip as I willed my strength and calmness to harden my skin. I had cracked in front of her. This was Bella – not my mama, not my –

"You alright?" Charlie asked, standing awkwardly behind me. I wasn't sure who the question was directed at as my hands, my wet blood covered – no, water covered hands shook. I blinked away those memories, felt my skin harden as I pushed and pushed those memories, those emotions and vulnerability back into the shadows.

"Yea," Bella replied, shaking her head as she released a small embarrassed puff of laughter. "Ice doesn't really help the uncoordinated." Her eyes never left mine as she spoke, as if she was trying to ask me a plethora of questions through a single look. But I couldn't translate them – not when my strength and energy was focused on remaining strong, remaining normal.

I outstretched a hand and silently helped her too her felt, brushing off any ice and droplets that clung to her damp clothing.

"Here, let me." I said softly as I took her bag from her and placed our belongings in the truck.

"Yea," Charlie continued, placing his hands into his pocket as he walked over to his dirt stained police car. "That's why I had some new tiers put on the truck, the old ones were getting pretty bald. We'll I'll probably be late for dinner. I got to head down to Mason Country. A security guard at the Grisham Mill got killed by some kind of animal."

"An animal?" Bella questioned, the notion of animal attacks a foreign concept to her.

"You're not in Phoenix Anymore Bells. Anyway, I figured I'd lend a hand." Seeing his timid-nature towards the situation, I stepped towards him and plucked his hand up from where it lay at his side. Talking it in both of my hands, I applied the slightest of pressures.

"If you need any assistance Charlie then please, I know it may not be my place, but – please let me know." Growing up in the nations I did, I had a lot of experience with animals, both wild and tamed in their nature. My thumbs caressed his rough skin and watched as his features softened in a way that seemed as if they had not much practice in the manner.

"I'll be alright Willa. Always am." I squeezed his hand once more before letting it slip from my grasp.

"Thank you for the tiers." Bella said, and with a stiff nod in response – Charlie, Bella and I parted ways for a new and unexplored day to commence.


As the minutes of the lesson passed by - as a strange and complex language of continuous change and arithmetic operations floated through the room like some blue mist…my ponderous mind drifted further and further into that alluring dreamer's realm. With my cheek neatly tucked into the cradle of my hand – my eyes gazed out of that crystallized window and into the mysterious sky. I sometimes wished I could fly – to soar in places that one should never be allowed to. What it must be like…to see the world from that height, to be a bird, graceful and whimsical as I looked down on places only discoverable through flying.

My eye-lids misted over as my surroundings swirled – taking shape of a memory long ago. The air became sweet, familiar in its intimacy and joy as soft grass poked between my toes. This field of endless grass and dandelions seemed to melt into the sky as it stretched across miles and miles of land – our land, or at least it had been, once upon a time in those youthful years of eight years young. My skin softened as my body shrunk – morphing into a child who's naïve and untamed heartbeat over took my own.

"Mama!" I had once cried with glee, with beautiful ecstasy as I watched her ethereal being take flight in a grand jéte. Her elegance was that of dreams, made from the silk of those mythical creatures that made fairytales blossom.

"Would you like to fly my angel?" She would ask me, each step she took towards me careful and precise – as if she were constantly walking upon a thin and glassy iced pond. She held a hand out to me, soft and pale – elegant and feather-like.

"More than anything." I would say in a hopeful plea. My hand would slip into hers, apply the slightest of pressures as we walked out into the field. She would smile and laugh as we talked – as she lifted me above her head and threw me this way and that as if I were some doll. She would place a single hand on my back and lift me high above her head as I let my arms drop behind my head as we twirled – twirled and spun until she brought me down with one of those rare and pure smiles.

"Now," she would then say – her hands on her hips in some desperate attempt to appear authoritative. "Show me how you fly."

And with the grace of a new born dove – I would dance and leap and twirl, imagining I was some petal happily lost in that gentle summer's breeze.

Summer – no. The air turned frost-coated and damp as I opened my eyes and returned to a world that existed in the now. What that must be like…to truly fly…

As the class went on I imagined just that – until a new and fantastical bead of snow captured me whole. I could feel my breath hitch, stutter in my throat as intricate patterns of ice floated down weightlessly in some magical and breathless manner. A flurry of emotions burst within me as I bit my lip with need and desire, with that sweet thirst for – The bell chimed the end of class and without a moment's hesitation I was gone. Weaving my way in between students until I pressed my palm flat against an obscuring door and pushed out into the snow.

I gasped, wide and loudly as a bright and wild smile shone from my heart and onto my lips. Snow. I scampered further out, twirling as I walked. Pausing, I titled my head back and allowed my eyes to flicker shut. I had never felt such a beautiful thing kiss my flesh. It was cool, delicate and mystifying…perfection.

A low and purposeful cough announced itself behind me, yet I did not move nor waver.

"Ahem – for those of you who have just turned in to the local news, Willa has been diagnosed with a severe case of the crazies from seeing snow. Is the snow dangerous? Is Willa in need of mental help? Stay tuned to find out." At Otto's light and laughter coxing words, I opened my eyes and turned towards my friend with an expression of fascination and jollity. His cheeks were blushed a frosty pink and his nose, his slightly pinched nose, was as red as that of a familiar reindeer.

"Isn't this the most beautiful thing you've ever seen?" I asked him, my hands quivering before they brushed the backs of his and guided them upwards towards the melting sky. His expressed marked one of curiosity and concern, but he did not resist my touch as I pealed back his fingers and exposed his palms to this colossal sight of fairy-like snow and ice. "Can't you feel it?" I asked enthusiastically, my eyes drifting all around me in an intoxicating haze. "It's magic." I shook my head as I tried to suppress that aching feeling to fly amongst it all. "Don't you Rudolph?" I tapped his nose with a single finger – my cheeks crinkling with joy as his eyes widened in a melodramatic shock at the nickname I had bestowed upon him.

"Hey, I'll have you know that Rudolph was loved by all the reindeer." He pointed a stern finger towards me as he attempted to mask his amusement through a shield of seriousness.

"As the shout out with glee, Rudolph the Red-Nosed," I brushed my fingertip against his nose once more, "Reindeer!" I took a little step backwards and danced modestly with gliding, graceful and twirling movements as I sang with cheer, "you'll go down in history!" With my back towards him, I craned my neck over my shoulder to give him a joyous smile as a streak of white whirled past my vison and shattered against Otto's face.

Turning back round, I lowered my arms as my body shifted back into a stance that resembled normality to see Josie with mischief painted across her freckled face. Otto released an exasperated sigh as he marched towards her – rolling his sleeves up the closer he got. Yet to his demise, once he was but a few mere inches from her, Josie mushed a heap of snow into his face and their war of snow and ice commenced.

Taking a step away, I bit my lip gently as a willingness of my heart burst thunderously inside me. I could feel it's pulse weave its way down through my arms and into my dancing fingers and spiraling wrists as I hummed a song born from myths. Feeling the snow – it's frosty fairies dance upon my skin…I had no choice but to join them. And so, I did, dancing a small dance as I removed all care for those who watched as they passed.

"La, La-di-da," The corners of my eyes pinched as I smiled, as I pirouette to Jack Frost's spell before slowing to a stop that had my heart clench and my eyes softly widen at that mysterious stranger who walked across the courtyard with the grace of a ballet dancer and stiffness of a solider. His eyes held mine as he walked alone, as his pace slowed and hesitated.

Jasper.

His gaze slid into mine, caressing my irises and tickling my heartbeat – pulling at it in a fashion that surprised myself. Memories of our dance waltzed across my mind as some shy fiery need to dance with him once more ignited within me. His sentence, our tutoring session – they remained an enigma to me, a fearful and embarrassing truth that I did not wish to believe had happened. He had come across as reserved and basic…no, not basic…secretive - yet when I looked into those eyes, when his finger-tips has teased my clothed and naked flesh…I knew he was different, that he…in some way I had yet to discover, was similar to me.

My feet stumbled towards him in some ungraceful manner and he halted his stride – as if he too was searching, no, needing something from me. I parted my lips to speak, but to speak what I did not know. For I did not understand our connection, I did not understand him but I wanted to, needed to in order to find some clarity in this haze of attraction that was not simply just that.

"I'm certainty glad to see you again." The words were soft and sweet and out of my mind's control as my heart spoke.

I watched breathlessly as he took a single step towards me – the snow silent underneath his feet. He wetted his lips as his gaze intensified and flared. "I…" His voice mirrored a similar softness and depth to mine. "I'm certainly glad to see you as well."

Yet just as I blinked, just as I took a timid step towards him – he snapped his eyes away and walked away with the same casual pace as he did before.


As I traded the frosty-coolness for the sticky saltiness of the gym – a new found confidence and determined curiosity blossomed within my heart as it shadowed my mind and pulled the strings of my marionette form. When the music played, when it soared and skittered and pushed against those four concrete walls to commence the start of class – I had no doubt nor hesitance in who I wanted to dance with. My feet moved nimbly towards him, quick and tiny like a scampering mouse as he held his ground away – his brother absent from the room. Tall and solid, inviting and alluring – I stopped before him.

"Dance with me." Sharp and commanding, as If he would accept no other answer then yes. And I…with even breath and polite charm – answered his wish.

We danced across the room – spiraled and twisted as if we were two strands of smoke teasing one another – testing each other. But unlike before – this time, a new, quirky and cheeky confidence flittered amongst our steps like birds plucking at violin strings. The music was sweet and high pitched – quick and beautiful as our shells disintegrating and our true-selves leapt and twirled and whirled. I scurried away from him, my hand delicately outstretched for him to grasp. His fingertips teased mine before he spun me towards him – my nose gently colliding with his chest as his scent, pine, books and cinnamon, drifted up my nostrils. Peering up through my eye-lashings, my eyes pinched with mischief and a glee only shown to the forest and stars, I raised his arms with fragile fingers as if he were a bird before scurrying and dancing around and beneath him, before our dance of cat and mouse burst into existence.

I could feel crusts of his mask fall against my skin as he smiled, as a wild freedom glazed his eyes and soaked me raw. We did not care who watched, nor did we care of the consequences…it was just him and I as he spun and spun me until I miss-stepped and stumbled into his arms – our eyes, our lips and hearts and minds smiling at each other through clouded sticky and sweet breathes.

"You were right about one thing," I whispered excitedly as his hands grazed my waist – his honey locks curling over his eyes. "We don't live in isolation from the past, and I would have it no other way." I pirouetted once in his arms before stepping out of his reach in a mouse-like fashion. I understood what he meant about the past – and now I knew, from the way he danced, from construction of his shell, his eyes and heart that his past contained shadows and beauty, violence and fragility, dreams and nightmares that only a rare few carries.

Jasper knotted his hands behind his back as he took a single step towards me, his head tiled down as his eyes, those golden orbs, showed a tranquility and intrigue that I had not seen before in any other person. "Would you mind if I asked you a question?" He asked politely.

I shook my head, mesmerized by what had passed. "Not in the slightest."

"What is your greatest wish?"

His question was simply but rare, forward but timid and polite and cautious. I outstretched my arms out as my head lulled back and my eyes misted over. My answer was one that I did not need to ponder. "To be free, to fly amongst the dreamers and the stars and the impossible." Opening my eyes, I looked back towards him and approached him slightly – my features softening with glass-like sincerity. "May I ask you a question in return?"

He inclined his head in approval. "Of course."

"If you could, would you travel back in time to live, to relive and explore a world of the past?" I asked gently, unsure whether I would coax any splintering shadows from his past.

Yet like me, he answered without hesitation, without thought. "I would. And you," his arms fell to his side from behind his back – his body open towards mine, his heart exposed as mine was to his. "Would you travel into worlds of the past?"

My answer…"Yes."

We held each other's gaze, loosing ourselves in one another as we pondered the air fizzing between us – as the music played like birds chirping their secrets into our ears.

"Who are you Willa Fawn?" His southern accent clipping every syllable as his perplexity glimmered.

"I wonder the same about you Jasper Hale." I replied before the music stopped, the bell rang and I scampered away and into the changing rooms.


The next day – things felt fresher, lighter as if the snow froze fear and doubt and molded into some mystical sculpture of hypnotic hope. Bella – her steps seemed peppier as if she too could feel Jack Frost weaving in between her bones and veins, working his magic on her darling heart. The roads were iced black as we drove, as I leaned my head out the window with closed eyes and an open mind. Bella shared everything with me – her conversation with Edward, how he managed to strangle her logic and capture her breath…his eyes. I found that most curious of all – his lie about his eyes, if it were just that. I flicked my eyes back towards my little cousin and a strong wave of protectiveness echoed within me. Her clumsiness had been getting the best of her – as if some invisible elf followed her to practice his mischievous tricks.

I helped her out of the truck when we arrived at school – my lithe feet balanced against the ice as she leaned on me for support. Closing the door with a soft click I placed her hands on the rustic red surface and went to fetch our bags from the open-spaced trunk. After handing her, her backpack, I frowned at her shivers, at her tiny tremors as her teeth chattered.

I had just taken off my white parka and handed it to her when an unpleasant sound broke through the air and shattered its serenity.

With innocent bewilderment, I craned my neck to peer behind me before a paralyzing fear and terror and dread grasped my heart and dug its claws in viciously as there – hurtling towards us with uncontrollable speed and direction…was a dark blue van.


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