I love you all, readers. Thanks a bunch for reading this fic of mine. And just for kicks and giggles, NOTE: I AM NOT STEPHENIE MEYER.
Oh, and this last chapter is dedicated to my three most loyal readers for this story, Shanikwaxx, HidetheDecay, and my irl friend Caitlin.
Epilouge: Stone-still
I was stone-still. That's all I ever was these days, stone-still, but that didn't bother me. I had seen my brother die at my brother's hands.
I could have stopped it. I could have stopped it. I could have stopped it.
I just couldn't lose Jasper like that. Edward would have snapped, why didn't anyone understnd that?
I had seen my brother's 'friend' in broken pieces, his girlfriend desperately trying to put him back together, to make him whole. It was hard at first, to listen to everyone's sobs. Especially my mother's.
At first, she was angry. Angry at Carlisle, angry at Emmett, angry at me. She was so angry at me.
"Why didn't you see this coming?!" She'd shrieked, hitting me and calling me vicious names. But she finally calmed down, beginning to stroke and caress me, instead of beating me. She told me she was sorry, so sorry. I said I understood.
I could have stopped it. I could have stopped it.
He, the reason for all of this, had run away. And he never came back. Neither did his 'love'. I can easily say that I would never miss them. Ever. I wished they were dead as well.
Jasper took my face in his, and he stared at me, still as a stone. Because that's all either of us can take right now. Stone-still.
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Ps. Please keep on the lookout for my next story, A Fever You Can't Sweat Out. If that'll fit. Or it'll go by some random name, but it's going to be a compilation of oneshots based off the songs by Panic! at the Disco. (Oh, and I have a fantastic Beta, too. Sarah the Confused. So they'll be even better than this story, I bet!)