Me: I'm just gonna wing it here! From here on out in the past, Jasper's eyes were blue!
Jasper: They were?
Me: I don't know! I'm winging it, remember?
Jasper: Oh yeah!
Me: Onward. As promised, Bella's POV!
Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight, or any of the songs. That belongs to S.M. and the people who wrote them.
Bella's POV
I still remember him.
The light in my life, my own soul-burning candle. When he left, everything went dark and I could not see. I blindly fought through the three years. I still remember when I first met him…
I had entered the large building. It was a ballroom night and all the ladies were clad in dresses of all kinds. Gentlemen were hanging around the walls or dancing with others.
My mother had curled my hair as suited in the Victorian age we lived in. Two braids fell down over my shoulders, while the rest of my hair was bunched up beautifully on the back of my head. It irritated me to no end, but my mother insisted it was beautiful on me.
I had noticed a select number of gentlemen watching over me with appraising eyes, and I ducked my head to hide my blush. I found I quite depressing that these men were just looking at me because I was young. They were all too old for me so all they could do was stare.
My mother had given me her best dress. It was a green Savannah Rose dress. It came off my shoulders and the sleeves were short. It flowed down to my feet and from the waist down, it was crimped. The tried to smooth it out as best I could, but it was to no avail. It was made that way and I didn't much like it.
"Excuse me, ma'am?" Someone asked of me.
My head shot up and my chocolate brown eyes met with sparkling blue eyes. It was a boy. He looked to be roughly around my age of seventeen. His honey hair was somewhat swept up, and I smiled at him.
"Yes?" I asked.
"Well, I noticed you were here alone and I was just wondering if you would dance with me?" He asked, grinning.
My face was plastered in another blush. I'd have to thank my mom later.
"Of course," I said.
He gently grabbed my hand and led me out to the dance floor. I recognized the song they played immediately. It had just been recently made. It was Carrie Bell. One of my favorites.
We began dancing and to my surprise, he began singing softly.
"Upon a smooth and placid stream.
That laves the "eastern shore,
Beneath the sun's soft golden beam,
A light bark glided o'er
Upon her deck, I spied a form.
'Round which the graces dwell,
With heart all glowing, pure and warm,
Sweet, charming Carrie Bell.
Sweet, charming Carrie Bell.
Sweet, charming Carrie Bell."
I watched him sing, the way his low voice would hit the notes perfectly.
"A bright array of lovely girls
Gave Beauty to the scene
And one whose golden tinted curls
Eclipsed the day god's sheen.
Threw sunlight as she moved along
Were e'er her glances fell,
But brightest of all that throng,
Was bright-eyed Carrie Bell,
Was bright-eyed Carrie Bell,
Was bright-eyed Carrie Bell."
He stopped singing then, realizing that I was watching him intently as we swayed.
"I'm sorry," he apologized swiftly.
"Oh don't be. That was wonderful." I told him.
He grinned at me again.
"I'm Jasper Whitlock," he told me.
"Isabella Swan, but I prefer Bella."
The song ended and some couples switched, but we stayed out on the dance floor.
"Would you honor me with another dance?" He asked carefully.
He seemed…unsure of himself if anything.
"Of course."
He smiled his bright smile again and as another song came on, we resumed dancing. The Basket Maker's Child echoed it's notes, and he began to sing again.
"Where the green willows wav'd by the brook,
And the sweet waters danced and smiled,
In a cottage nestled in a quiet nook,
Dwelt the basket maker's child.
'Twas the sabbath eve,
The stars twinkled bright in the sky,
The hills reechoed the night bird's song,
When they told me she must die."
I joined him on the chorus as we sang softly to each other, as if there was no one else there.
"The green willows waved by the brook,
The stars glitter'd bright in the sky,
The wind's low moan the leaves shook,
On that stilly night by that murm'ring brook,
When they told me she might die."
He smiled at me when we stopped at the chorus.
"You sing wonderfully."
I blushed with hidden pride. My mother always told me that, but just now I believed that she was right.
"Thank you," I whispered.
We parted after the next song and I realized that all were leaving to go home. I must have gotten there later than I thought.
"Will you come here tomorrow night, my Bella?" He asked softly.
I nodded to him, and he took my hand, kissing it.
"I shall be counting the hours." And with that final sentence, he swept out the door and into the night.
I pulled out of my reverie. It had been so long since I had delved that deep into my memories. They were always too painful for me.
I kneeled in a small graveyard in Houston, Texas, by two small graves. I read them both over and over again.
Colby Marie Swan.
Born: September 19, 1861
Died: November 3, 1864
A bright angel.
Your father would've been proud.
Tristan Austin Swan.
Born: September 19, 1861
Died: November 3, 1864
A tough soldier.
Just like your father.
I hissed and resisted the urge to erase died and put murdered. This was the first time in a long time I had come home.
Home.
I remembered it well. Why I had run in the first place. The murder of my joys. The murder of the children he never knew about.
Me: oooh…
Jasper: Woah! Intense there!
Me: I know! Also, those songs were Carrie Bell and The Basket Maker's child. Found them on a site of course. You can listen to the music and read the lyrics because they don't sing the lyrics with the music. The link to that will be on my profile as well as Bella's dress and her hair style!
Jasper: Review! …Please!