Chapter 20 Rain, Rain Go Away

A/N: Stephenie Meyer's my home girl and an angel for bestowing the gift that is Twilight.

Awww. You all were so encouraging in response to my very first lemon. Love & TY.

And before we get back to it, I want to send out a HUGE thank you to my girl phnxprncss. Her support of G&B and me is endless. She listens to my character blather, update anxiety, reviews -at like three hundred words- each and every update (always has, even before becoming my girl) and loves this Jasper and Edward hard – in some ways harder than I do! Always dedicated to making me cackle over crazy wedding vows, sputter at pics of Jackson and fall in lust with dog tags. T, you're wonderful!

Chapter song - Bitter Song, Butterfly Boucher

(Pay close attention to the time indications … they'll help with confusion.)

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-Saturday-

JPOV

-Twilight-

Drizzle in Seattle was commonplace. Despite assumptions, a mix of hazy drips and drops were more frequent than sky splitting downpour.

Living in Phoenix, I'd assumed moving to Washington State would mean the constant parade of umbrellas, raincoats, galoshes and one blah day after the other.

Nothing but the raincoats had been an accurate forecast however, and even that description turned out to be too narrow. Since umbrellas were used only on a limited basis, outerwear's main requirement was ample head coverage. Waterproof material was just as common as twill or wool, but without a double lining and a deep hood you'd quickly find yourself a damp, windblown mess.

Dragging pants were always soaked five inches up the leg - though, many natives worse shorts deep into winter. The women never shied away from heals, while the men would wear socks paired with sandals even after a snowfall.

My foulest prediction, however, was regarding the weather itself. Labeling the King County conditions blah was fucking profane. Honestly, I'd never experienced a more serene or beautiful sunlight than Seattle received. It was as if the sun had its own place in the sky here. And on the days it shined, the yellow rays had a weightless feel to them, as they mixed with the constantly crisp air. Here the sun was an energy, not just a fixture.

So, how do you suppose that I'd found myself pacing outside, in a sudden downpour, sans heavy wool coat and deep hood, while dragging my ten-pound pants through a pavement pond?

I blamed the exasperating girl before me.

Her hair sent cascading streams over her face, neck and shoulders - eyes squinted to blink away the spattering. We both undoubtedly resembled drowning cats and were just begging for hypothermia or pneumonia. Being a resident of Seattle had taught me to layer and avoid situations just like this. She refused to let it go, though. Or relocate, or stop for three seconds.

But she'd been hollow for a while now and so the raking, heartbroken whispers rooted me in place - trembling from cold and sorrow - as I watched the woman I should have known better than this remind me how wrong I'd had it all along.

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-Late Afternoon-

"You're astoundingly idiotic for someone so "together."" The air quotes were condescending and a blatant attempt to further encourage the shifting stones beneath my foundation.

"Bella," - I let out a heavy sigh - "what is it this time? And who the hell are you to talk?"

I closed my eyes and rubbed my temples, trying desperately to alleviate the constant pressure that exhausted my eyes and left them bloodshot.

"When was the last time I said I had my shit together? I'll be the first to admit to my mental atrophy. How about you? Shall I admit yours for you while I'm at it?"

"I am not a proud prick, if that's what you're implying. I know I'm teetering precariously here."

Bella had her legs flung over the back of the settee, head swaying over the edge. Any normal conversation with this amount of bile and fume attached would have been considered a fight, but for us it was just stress relief. Since you're a fucking pussy and can't mitigate this anxiety the way you should; the way any other dick wielder with a gorgeous girlfriend would.

"Well, what are you gonna do about it?" Do? I hadn't been very 'do' oriented as of late.

More like don't.

My inability to fix and further anything for the better in my life was weighing heavily.

"Could you narrow it down, please?" My fingers kept working my temples and the combination of deep breaths and just having some time with Bella was ironically calming despite the tense atmosphere.

"God, you really have a million balls in the air." You're one of them, G. Her choices and scattered disposition had become my most distracting and debilitating burden.

And then there was Alice.

Best friend, girlfriend.

Oh, brother.

"Balls? More like women. You girls are too fucking much."

And it wasn't like I could unload any of my responsibility or even gain feedback from anyone for peace of mind. Bonding with Emmett was difficult, being that he was always with Rose and his interaction with everyone else was on a more detached playing field. I'd have to explain too much to ultimately end up with a "That's rough man, I wish I could tell you what to do. You'll figure it out." How unappealing.

Edward was nothing to me. He basically didn't exist. Not that he'd done or said anything specifically to warrant this reality. But that was what it was … a reality.

And my girls were the storm I couldn't outrun. Hell, I wouldn't even take one legitimate step away. I was merely avoiding, but we all knew it was just a matter of time.

When didn't shit start taking every opportunity to hit the fan?

"Fucking much? No Jasper, you are certainly not getting a riot fuck from any of us. And really the only one that's an issue for is Alice, since Rose and I are so past incestuous experimentation."

Good to know that debacle became a joke after all.

Despite the jolly walk down memory lane, I didn't want to do this. Have this. Say this.

I huffed in exasperation as my shoulders slumped. Bella kicked her legs off the sofa back to sit next to me - her fingers immediately intertwining with mine, warm and gentle and just like my G.

"Jas." Bella hadn't spoken so softly to me since the polo team party. Really, it was more like before her first day at Fremont. I missed her tenderness. But just like the Jas-reader she was, as her kind touch mingled with her words, I realized I hadn't actually needed such softheartedness until now.

"We were waiting until we fell in love. You're in love now, my friend. It's okay."

Not ready to admit my problems out loud, I permitted my irrational fears – the ones that had nothing to do with my virginity or worrying over pleasing my girlfriend – to shift my focus.

Bella's words reminded me of our reciprocated promise and how I wasn't the only one who'd agreed to attach sex to something bigger than lust.

"And what about you, Isabella? We did say we'd wait until we fell in love." My voice wavered from a mix of alarm and accusation, cutting into the thick air of unspoken frustration almost as deeply as Bella's own defensive response did.

"Edward and I aren't having sex." Her cheeks flamed and so did my rage. The idea of Bella finally going there, and with Edward, brought back all my anxiety over her situation. There goes that sweet moment.

But, I grasped to regain the quickly fleeting calm because I'd already known this. Their sexual timetable wasn't my question.

I was specifically digging to determine if their waiting to have sex meant that she didn't love him in return or if it just hadn't happened yet.

Love? Patience? Neither?

Neither.

Edward was just an intrusion. Bella doesn't think so, dipshit, and we all know her crazy head is calling the shots. I was coming up short on actual answers despite my plethora if notions and opinions.

That only left asking in order to get the bottom of this.

"What does that mean?"

"Edward and I aren't having sex." She repeated, with the exact same inflection as before.

Okay.

"Then what's your deal, G? Who are you anymore?" My words were hushed to dampen their implications. I wanted them to remind her how, over the last thirty days or so, she'd begun to pull away.

YOU fucking drove a Cullen sized wedge between your friendship and you fucking know it. This was all on you, buddy. How is she supposed to know how to deal with all this new shit at once? It isn't like you're her substitute mom or Charlie; it isn't like she has many people to go to. You've been zero help. I was so damn guilty on all charges.

And I suddenly wished I'd held my tongue.

"What the fuck, Jasper? Who am I? Seriously? How have you missed the part where I'm actually happy?"

But we both knew she'd been avoiding my eyes for weeks. If I was missing her happiness it was because she didn't want me to see any of her; pleasure, distress, fear. Now, however, her eyes were no longer the only physical indication of the mental and emotional deterioration.

I'd began trying harder a week or so ago to watch and process, to man up and be the best friend she deserved – less speculating verbiage more care. And even in that short amount of time she'd shifted her brown irises around faster and faster, each blink more staccato than the last and incessantly worrying her bottom lip. And just as they were before me now, her previously tamed cheeks were now constantly stained an incriminating pink.

"If everything is so ideal then why are your eyes continually darting around like a mad scientist desperately trying to crack the formula to his latest concoction? What has you so desperate all the time?"

Desperation was an incredible fear of Bella's. Too uncontrolled. Always producing an unpredictable outcome due to rocky hormonal influence, impatience and frenzy.

She drove it out of her spirit at the first indication. Always.

Perhaps, this time, she's simply refusing to let it go. I pondered silently what would be serious enough for Bella to allow such vulnerability? Earth to Jasper. What's fucking you over even as you talk to yourself inside your head right now?

Alice. She was always there, somewhere - forefront, periphery, off in left field. I was quickly learning it was impossible to shake love loose.

And then I stopped being stupid as the tiles clicked together.

The fucking million-dollar answer would of course be L.O.V.E.

You love him, Bella. Don't you? And my speculation flew right out of my loose mouth.

"You love him, Bella. Don't you?"

She scoffed directly in my face.

"I've hardly adjusted to being a girlfriend." Her cheeks flamed.

"And you say you're happy yet you seem to be driving yourself mad. Makes total sense."

"Why won't you have sex with Alice, Jasper?" That we were shoving our fingers into the knife wounds of each other's problems was just wrong.

"Everything has been going soooo well lately, maybe I'm biding my time and waiting for the other shoe to drop." I tried her sarcasm on for size, but not only could I not follow through, I ended up piercing myself with its indignant sting. Life has turned me into a worried, scared ignoramus who runs his mouth and brings up the exact shit he doesn't even want to discuss. I gave her the answer she'd been searching for when I'd only meant to match her snotty attitude bitch for bitch.

"In other words, you're chicken shit." Nail on the head, Bella dear. But it wasn't just me we were talking about.

"Pot." I jabbed my finger in her direction, reminding her - along with myself as I proceeded to point at my own chest - that I was not fucking alone in this. "Kettle."

This could drag on all night - the complications only growing as the canyon between solution and demise was becoming vaster. In the expanse of our situations, I realized just how many people these issues touched.

When did our lives suddenly include so many outsiders? And, as Bella's next words went back to Alice, I felt like a dickweed for lumping her in the "outsiders" category.

"You should at least be honest with her. Tell her you're fucked out of your mind scared."

What a fun conversation.

"Yea, I'll do that when you do. Then we'll see how easy that advice is to follow."

I didn't want to talk about this anymore, because through all of my own relationship hang-ups all I could see was Bella facing the same questions and concerns and being even less certain and prepared than I was. And the more we talked about love and sex and the reality of this situation staring us the fuck down, the higher G's tightrope seemed to be from the steady ground.

"You'll need to hit rewind then. If we're running this sick race neck and neck you go ahead and tell her how screwed you are four weeks ago."

The idea that Bella had been open and honest with Edward about her own specific brand of crazy surprised the shit out of me. Like triple take worthy. That just wasn't her normal way.

Avoiding like a timid bastard isn't your normal way either. Had we switched places?

"It's really not that bad. I'm just nervous." I was caught up in my thoughts, completely finished with the conversation, and decided deflection was a tactic she'd easily recognize. Go with me here, Bella.

"Then you shouldn't have a problem sharing then. She deserves it Jasper. You've been a pretty divided and distracted boyfriend."

Or don't go with me. I loved guilt trips. They were my fav. Ah, finally the sarcasm drips successfully.

"I'm an ass. I'm already perfectly aware of that." My fingers were working my temples again with the headache roaring back to life and tweaking the shit out of my eyes. Fucking Visine - never around when it's actually needed.

"Just talk to her." Bella went soft again and I tried to exhale my tension.

"Like you did with Edward?" I said this more for my own affirmation. She may be fucked right now but at least she is still able to be straight with him.

"He is my boyfriend. They both deserve to get at least as much as you and I give each other. It isn't just us anymore, Jas."

"Believe me, I know." My returning smile was humorless.

"Sometimes it make me sad too."

Alice's bright eyes and iridescent smile filled my vision.

"But we wouldn't give them up."

"No, we wouldn't do that."

We both floated far away - me with Alice, her with asshat – to the future, the present, how they made sense of previously worthless or painful parts of our past.

Bella broke through the reverie. "Hey."

"Yeah?"

"I think we just had a glimpse of the old Bella and Jasper." I knew she meant our "fight."

I, however, couldn't shake the authenticity of this new dimension we'd entered - these last few weeks - which we were now, somehow, drowning in.

"Really? I sort of feel like they are pretty far away right now." We're not in Kansas anymore.

Even Bella's haggard sign resonated a wearing wisdom.

"No, Jas. They're just figuring out the 'adult' way to do the damn thing."

A glint filled her eyes as a wicked smile crept up.

"Wanna fill up water balloons and go out on the roof?" Her eyebrows waggled, trying to persuade my inner nine year old and Fremont-hating rebel.

"Water balloons?" I was incredulous and simultaneously thankful for such playfulness even if it did nothing to dissuade my responsibilities.

"You said you missed the kiddie times. We could fill them with red dye and tequila. I have horrible aim but I bet one glimpse of that fucking bitch Angela would turn me into a perfect marksman."

Even though the thought of dying that whores clothes and skin while drenching her body with the extremely pungent liquor sounded superb, my new inner adult was knocking on my scull.

"Rain check?"

She smiled further and tilted her head in question, like she fucking knew what I was going to say.

"I think I'm going to head over to Alice's."

From wicked to shit-eating in two seconds, her responding grin broke free as she bobbed her head in affirmation.

"That sounds better than water balloons."

And, actually, it really did. Even though I would be going over there to spill my pride and guts all over her artistic, awe-inspiring world, being near Alice sounded complete.

Childhood was fucking over and the real world wanted to take me by the balls - well really, it wanted all of us to surrender, to grow up. Life and character and actuality were purging us of everything we thought we knew, all the while laughing straight in our faces.

There were all these varying degrees of issue and extreme surrounding me, but even with the current panic I felt I knew things could be much worse.

Yes I was nervous to tell Ali that she'd be my first - and hoped to all hell that being with me wouldn't turn out be a disappointment - but a simple case of nerves didn't cover the innate instinct I had when it came to Bella's limitations. I could handle Alice and me a million times over, but knew I was truly at my breaking point with Bella's journey.

Journey? Hell yes, growing up had only just begun.

No parting words necessary, I made my way through the building to greet a forlorn twilight.

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-After Dark-

"Jasper? Jasper? God, what's the matter?"

I heard her words and wished I could respond; tell her it was okay, that I was just going down for the third and final count and had no one else. I wanted to apologize for showing up soaked to the bone, dripping all over her floor and bedding and paint. Mostly I needed life to man up and give me a fucking inch. I also wanted to man up.

But I had nothing. No words, no tears, no strength.

"Come here, mister."

And her swift, perfect, warm fingers stripped off my t-shirt, shoes and jeans. Already near the corner of her bed, she encouraged me to perch on the edge as she wrangled off my socks one at a time.

Even my underwear was soaked through, so she pushed something heavy and soft into my hands and asked me to wrap myself up and hand her my boxer briefs.

She buzzed all around, though I didn't know why or how much time was passing.

I was just so very tired.

And then I was under more covers and lying horizontally with Alice beside me.

Thank god I have Alice beside me.

Perhaps my eyes closing had slipped me into a tortured dream, or maybe I was simply reliving the last hour of life. Either way I couldn't stop the motion.

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-Twilight-

"What are you doing out here?"

Being that it was Saturday and the sky above was an ominous shade of charcoal, campus was deserted. The superfluity of Rosalie-specific personality traits and lifestyle preferences provided ample reason not to find her sitting on muddy grass during a random torrential downpour.

But that was exactly where I'd spotted her, before even making it half way to Pike. After leaving Bella's suite I'd hoped to freshen up for Alice. But seeing Rose completely out of her element and starring off into space concerned me, so I'd immediately sprinted over to the large tree she was rooted under.

Since she was completely zoning out, I rephrased my question.

"Sister, what's up? Why are you outside in the damn rain?"

No answer, just a few flutters of her eyelashes.

Well, shit.

"Do you want me to leave?" Truthfully, I didn't think I could leave her out here like this even if she answered yes. The inconsistency of what I was witnessing spoke volumes to even my distracted mind.

This past month, more happiness had radiated from Rosalie than I'd ever observed. Never did she smile so unabashedly. Or laugh. Not ever. Not even with Renee, though I hadn't really given it much painstaking attention.

Her devotion to Emmett and their immediate ease at being together had been almost literally unbelievable, as if they were trying to see how many people they could fuck with.

I'd known Emmett long enough and hell if Rose wasn't my own fucking twin, so yeah I knew her too. Neither of them were the least bit this way before deciding to be together, not even slightly. And then it was like the fucking gun signaled their race heat and they were off; holding hands, public, chaste kisses, private … time - inseparable shit. Not to mention, I hadn't heard Emmett utter one lewd, random girl comment in weeks. That in and of itself was basically a sign of the apocalypse.

And then there was Rosalie's new disposition towards Bella. I could see her warming to her even during G's first week in town, but now they seemed to be actual friends - rounding out the bond that had developed between Alice and Rose quite well.

But this development was still disconcerting. Suddenly Bella was for everyone and yet no one could see what she was going through, what she was doing to herself. No one else knew how bad things could get.

But obviously the blond force of nature sitting in front of me was in the middle of something as well - good, bad or otherwise. But probably not good, since her nose was running and she wasn't even back handing that shit. So that left bad or otherwise. But if good is off the table doesn't that leave the options at bad and bad?

I suddenly felt tired.

Sure Rose, jump on the Jasper train of endlessly stressful women. Not that her personality shifts weren't already warranting their own poundage in the stress load I was shouldering.

By now I had gathered a serious pool of water around my shoes, the pavement refusing to absorb the puddle since it had been so long since the last bout of heavy rain. Now everything was just slick and messy. Including Rose, who was basically caked with dirt from the waist down.

Her pants used to be white – only Rose wears white in late October – but were so stained now that anyone unaware of her fashion plating would have sworn they were originally a dark color.

Why has she been out here for so long?

"It is raining pretty hard out here, Rose. Can I help you inside?" I reached out my hand only to be met with jelly limbs. Dead weighting Rose wouldn't work; I'd slip and hurt her.

"Where's Emmett, Rosalie? Did he leave you out here?"

Finally her mirror image eyes reflected in mine.

Blink, blink.

"Rosalie, why are you doing this? You're starting to freak me out. This isn't like you at all."

"How the fuck do YOU know what I'M like?" So much hatred, seething from every word, spewed from her.

I blanched. I'd obviously gotten involved here when I shouldn't have.

"Sorry to jump in here when you obviously have everything under control. Didn't mean to butt in on whatever your issue is."

"YOU are my issue." This wasn't a scream or yell; it was a heart wrenching, cracked whisper.

"Excuse me?" I was so bewildered and my normally steady heart was now successfully slamming out of my chest.

"No, you're not excused you selfish motherfucker." My mouth dropped open. What?

"What the hell have I done now?"

My distraught sister started to shake, most likely from the cold if not from her obvious irrational break down.

"You're just who you are, everyone else be damned." Sorrow slipped through her clenched teeth, as she resisted the threatening tears.

"You've never wanted anything from me, Rose." My hands flew up to emphasis what I thought was a truthful, valid point. Not to mention, if she needed something wasn't it her responsibility to ask?

"I fucking hate you."

This came as a punch in the gut.

My sister had just actually said she hated me. And it wasn't in the "I'm mad at you, go screw yourself" way. No, she meant this through and through.

"You hate me?" I felt numb everywhere except for the part of my heart that was specifically reserved for family, but only held Rosalie because our family pretty much sucked. Fuck. What a mess. Hearing those words dug deeply, cutting me open. It felt like I was bleeding.

"Yes." What the hell am I supposed to do with that? I loved Rosalie; she was the only immediate family I had. She came with me to Seattle so I wouldn't start over alone. She took me shopping even though she hated the stores I bought clothes from. She zipped two copies of every CD I bought so she could have one and I'd always have a back up, and she even kept them organized. We'd shared space since we were created.

"I don't hate you."

My heart lifted as this declaration caused her facial features to soften, only to come crashing down again as she snarled, "I didn't abandon you. I only figured out how to do life on my own, established my own rules. But I didn't cast you off, cut you out or replace you."

If I'd thought Rose and Emmett going traditional on me had been unbelievable, this was simply completely impossible. And thoroughly unjustified. We'd never been close. Loose, fun, whatever. She had her life, I had mine. That was just how things were. Since when did she want it to be any different?

"Where is this coming from?"

"Where is th- this is the product of you never needing me to be your sister, because you'd found one who suited you better. This comes from me realizing that being loved by Emmett will be the first true male love I've ever received. My dad isn't dead, neither is my brother … but I have always been dead to the both of you. And now, instead of pretending I'm okay with it, and that I'm alright within myself, I choose to hate you."

All traces of her previous whisper had fled.

"I do love you, Rose – I've always loved you."

"No, Jasper, love is being there, love is solidarity and trust, love is fucking support. Everyday I've spent with Emmett these last few weeks brought me closer to understanding everything I've lacked."

"You aren't so easy to show love to, you know?" At my response she stood up and walked to stand in front of me, arms crossing protectively across her chest.

"No, I don't know that. Emmett thinks I'm pretty okay – but then again, he actually knows me. And it isn't like I've always been this way, either. Before Bella left for Forks I wasn't proud or popular or pristine, I was boring to you. And when Renee died I needed you. I asked you to be there but you had other concerns. I get that she was Bella's mom, but she was ALL I had. You were otherwise engaged." I knew she was right, but my anger at the timing of her realization and how fucked up every aspect of my life was seemed to retaliate.

"Go to hell, Rosalie. You cannot possibly put all of this on me. Emmett knows you? Shit, did you even know yourself five weeks ago? How can I know you if you don't know yourself? Not to mention you've been an unrelenting bitch for years now Rose. How can you have forgotten already even what you did to Bella when she first came, how you lashed out at me like that? If you're going to blame, go ahead and stick a big portion of that horse shit on your own plate."

"I've already been to hell, Jasper." Tears were flowing freely down her cheeks, but they didn't keep her eyes from continuing to pierce mine. "Did you ever ask yourself why I became a bitch in the first place?"

"No."

But the concept seemed simple enough. Hurt people hurt people. Broken Rosalie burned the world around her.

Silence followed, as the sky turned darker and the rain increased. Bits of my heart were breaking as I realized how much I'd truly let my sister down. If I was being honest with myself, I could say I knew she'd always wished to be in on the Bella and me gig. She'd just never seemed to fit. And that hurt me worse, because maybe she would have fit if there had been a place made for her.

She was my only family. It had always been that way. Our parents were absent and I'd let her get caught up in the pain of losing her best friend because I was most concerned with my own – even when we were separated by eleven hundred miles and Rose was just down the hall.

"I don't need you as I once did, Jasper, and we can never go back. I'll never be a girl whose brother looked out for her growing up and helped her to ultimately find the good in herself. I will forever be someone who found themselves through the love of others, and those people will always be remembered as friends, not as the family that should have been responsible for that progression. I guess we make our own families sometimes."

Is it possible to stop being an oblivious prick and realize the shit you're ruining and loosing before it's gone? Apparently not for me, because now she was giving up. After all of this time of hanging on, she was finally declaring herself orphaned, siblingless.

"What do you want me to say, Rose?"

"Nothing Jasper. It may not seem like it by what I've said, but I am becoming more and more aware of my contribution to all of this shit and for that I am sorry. I just needed to say all of this to move on; I think now I'm done."

Her words didn't resonate in the present but rather rang with absolute finality.

"You've seemed so happy lately, Rose. I don't understand why this is the time you choose to heave all this up."

Her hands went to her face to wipe away the water and tears and makeup - though her tears hadn't ceased.

"Sometimes you can't embrace joy without unearthing sorrow."

I wanted to reach out and hug her, knock her in the head, never let go. I knew she'd never let me close enough to try. Not now.

"Rosalie, I am so sorry … for everything."

"I figured you would be. But, I don't forgive you."

I swallowed loudly as my filthy, severe, beautiful, evolving twin released the deathtrap door beneath my feet and walked away.

I'd been to her what everyone else had always been to Bella. I'd spent my life thus far making up for others' shortcomings in Bella's life only to condemn my own twin sister to the same fate.

Bella's pain had felt more real to me than anything I had ever experienced and to realize I'd been an accomplice in subjecting Rose to that emotional and psychological torture was my own hell realized.

With Bella's downward spiral, Rosalie's hatred and my own fears boiling just underneath my skin I lost it.

Falling to my knees, into the puddle at my feet, I threw up everything that had brewed beneath my surface for weeks.

There was nothing I wanted more than to protect those I loved - to care and give and be what they needed. If I'd stopped to look and realize Rose also needed me, just as badly as Bella had, we wouldn't have had these last three years spin us so far from ourselves. So much would have turned out differently.

But, despite all of the "what if-ing," I knew nothing needed to be different except myself from this day forward.

I would never let my family or myself down again.

My soul felt blacker than the night and more wretched than the weeping sky as I struggled to stand on knocking knees and tried to escape the rain.

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A/N: Oh Jasper, he is so conflicted. I am guessing this chapter will cause me to lose some Rosalie support and strengthen the resolve for those of you who already hate her. So, do you think she's justified in this outburst? I'd love to read your thoughts!

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