Hello my most dearest readers. I trust that people have been liking what they have been reading and have shared your enthusiasm with friends, coworkers, enemies, and random passers-by on the streets of your hometown like some breed of psychotic beggar. But besides all that, I hope you enjoy this chapter since it is exceptionally different in comparison to the others, and, more importantly, exclusive to this chapter only! So please note that the next chapter will follow along as usual but this is different. Alright, so, in the italics is now Jasper's narration. The normal font is still my narration and the bold is simply an inscription, which is also pretty normal but slightly different. I always imagined Jasper as the calmer one of everybody since he is burdened with everyone else's emotions because life usually works like that. If you are one of those people who worship Alice and Don't want her put in a bad light then forgive me. I like her too but I imagine planning a wedding will cause a personality shift in anyone, not excluding Alice. So there's that. I also wanted to point out that I am actually doing this quite early since I was very inspired this week. See, I have the basic scenes written out and a list of the chapter titles but if I want to add something then I have to add a new chapter and its a huge mess but this time (since it was an added chapter) it goes in seamlessly because although Jasper's part is not important now, it will be much much much later on in the story. This chapter is mostly flashback and I say that because we have to remember that Carlisle is out with Esme and Bella at this point so when you see him talking, it's not a present moment. Just making sure that's clear. Right? Okay. Please comment, follow, favorite, do whatever you like as long as you enjoy the reading, it really is quite brilliant when it all comes together.

Since I am hypersensitive to the emotions of others, I find it to be in my best interest when I can find time to myself and take a walk in the woods. Generally there is no family present, nor are many humans present so there is no struggle of temptation. I enjoy these walks greatly. It is an opportunity to clear my head and provide myself relaxation. Today's walk seemed to be exceptionally soothing which was helpful considering what I was about to face once I walked through the door.

Before I even turned the key, I felt an overwhelming sense of happiness and nervous-joy generally associated with a crush. I grinned a little as I made my way to Alice's and my bedroom. I was certain I was picking this up from Carlisle and Esme since I usually do. But I stopped mid-step when realized a strange truth. They were gone. Gone with Bella to feed her and possibly cease this guilt-fueled fast that she imposed upon herself. Once I realized this, I explored the possibilities by walking past the bedrooms and the very first one gave me my answer.

I glanced into Edward's room to find him lying down on his couch, ankles crossed, his nose buried deep into the pages of a medium-sized black leather book. Next to him was a stack of identical ones. I recognized them immediately and slowly stepped away from the door.

Jasper opened the door of the attic and cleared a stray spider web before walking in. The room itself was dusty and grey, as all attics are, but this one was more valuable than most. Every single one of them (apart from Bella and Nessie, of course) has been in the habit of collecting various items throughout their immortal lives. Items that for many would be profitable on the market, but no one has felt the need to part with any of it. Jasper passed by an old standing drawer case full of Carlisle's old surgical instruments from the late 1800's and early 1900's. Alice kept a closet of modern clothes in their bedroom, however in the attic, she also collected an armload of her favorite dresses from her human years. Jasper had to stop for a second to admire his own collection of Civil War rifles that were left by the fallen Union soldiers he used to feast upon after he was changed. The attic was an oasis of antiques and probably the smallest, most modest and forgotten collection was Edward's. Jasper moved a few boxes out of the way and pulled out, from under an old Victorian table, a small, loosely closed box. Jasper opened the box slightly and felt around for the shape and weight of the item he wanted to see. When he found it, he pulled it out and stood up, holding it up to the light. He closely studied the picture, noticing the happiness present in the youthfully human face of a young fourteen-year old Edward. He held the waist of a girl about his age who smiled at him in the picture. He took the picture out of the frame and turned it to read the back.

Edward, Cara, 31 October 1915

He replaced the picture and put it back inside the box, pushing it back under the table. He learned about Cara just about a week before Bella and Edward's wedding.

Since Alice was given the job to plan the wedding, Bella basically gave her a free pass to control every minute of every second of the lives of her housemates until the newlywed couple said their final 'goodbyes' before heading off to their honeymoon. Although Jasper was not too fond of Alice's sudden change from cute wife to Russian dictator, he still would do anything for her, including:

"Jas, I want you to go to the attic and get Bella something old of ours."

"But how will I know what to-"

"JUST DO IT!" Alice stormed off in a stress-induced rage. It's a shame they never sleep.

Jasper sluggishly made his way into the attic and looked through boxes of junk until he came across one that was relatively concealed and very dusty. Upon looking through it he found many small, seemingly worthless items, but could serve the purpose well enough. He found a few hair pins that were embellished with a pearl on the end, he found a pair of white gloves in pristine condition, a few old scarves that were half-knit, a ribbon from a hat and some very old books. He began to lose interest when a down-facing picture frame caught his eye. He picked it up, surprised by the weight, he realized the frame was real silver. He turned it to see the picture, at the same time, Carlisle walked in.

"Hello, Jasper." he walked by carrying some boxes, "I didn't know you were here."

"I didn't know Alice recruited you to help me."

"Oh, no, she probably didn't, I just wanted to come up here to..." he looked around as he considered different euphemisms, "give Alice some room."

"Ahh." Jasper nodded, understandingly and turned to Carlisle, "What do you think of this for something old?" Jasper gave the picture to Carlisle and turned to close the box. "It isn't that old but I think it's a nice picture of Bella and Edward." he struggled putting on the cover of the box without breaking it so simply draped a sheet over it to keep dust out, "I suppose we could put it on the food table or copy the picture onto the invitations or something." Jasper turned to Carlisle, "What do you... what?" Jasper noticed his worried aura and expression.

"Where did you get this?" he asked ominously. Jasper pointed to the box and Carlisle immediately went to it, looking through it hastily. "I thought he got rid of this..." Carlisle sighed and looked at jasper who looked concerned now.

"Carlisle, what's wrong?" Jasper asked, putting a hand on his shoulder. Carlisle sighed and turned to Jasper.

"Son... have you ever done something that you knew was wrong, but you were only trying to help... but it only made the problem worse?" Carlisle looked down at the picture, hurt in his eyes.

"What are you talking about?"

"Jasper, this girl is not Bella."

"What do you mean it's not Bella?" Jasper asked suspiciously. Carlisle took out the picture from the frame and turned it over for him to read.

"Jasper... this is not Bella." Carlisle said gravely as Jasper looked from Carlisle's face to the date and names on the back. Jasper took the photo and studied it closely. The people behind them dressed in period clothing as did they. The picture was taken in an apartment-style room filled with people who were all unfamiliar. Carlisle removed the dust cover from two chairs and offered one seat to Jasper as he sat in one.

"But then..." Jasper looked at the name on the photo, "who is Cara?"

"If I tell you about her, Jasper, you must swear to never mention her name again... I have not said it in decades... the memory is much too painful for your brother to bear." Jasper nodded and sat down on the chair beside Carlisle.

I can't help but cringe now seeing that box. It holds a few salvaged remnants of a life that should've been forgotten. But as much as I felt awful about what they went through, I feel worse for him now. He hides this box and those journals from others hoping no one ever mentions her again. As much happiness as Bella has given him, it will always be outweighed by the memory of Cara. Carlisle was right those years ago: it should've been burned with everything else they kept of hers. As I walked out of the attic and back towards the bedrooms I looked back into Edward's room, the emotions haunting me as I drew nearer. He barely moved. I can't help but think that this reminiscence of his will lead to something problematic. I hope it doesn't. For everyone's sake.