"This is it. This is it. This is it. This is it. This is it. This is it. This is it," I say over and over. I'm nervous and know that I have to do this. Bella encourages it, as does Edward, and Alice. Now I just need to speak with Jasper. I don't know how I should go about talking to him about this though. I mean, if it weren't for me we wouldn't be in this sticky situation. Although, if it weren't for me Rose probably would've already been killed but someone else.
I walk through the doors and see Jasper at a desk. I am struck by how worried he seems. He looks at me and gestures for me to enter. Once I do he presses a button and bars slide across all entries.
"We don't want people walking in on us," he mumbled.
"What if they hear us?" I ask him.
"This was my father's private meeting room. He had the walls sound proofed." So that's why jasper said I should meet him here.
"So," Jasper says, "you wanted to talk to me, privately about something important?"
"Yes, I do," I say. I have a feeling that before he thought it had to do with the situation we are in now. However, something tells me he knows otherwise.
"So," he says standing and walking to a picture on a wall. "Let me guess, you don't want to talk about how all of our lives are at risk."
"Yes… how did you know?"
"I'm a therapist, I know everything about you."
"No you don't."
"Oh really?"
"Yes."
"Well, perhaps not everything if I did, I certainly would not have hired you to protect my sister. However, I can tell everything about your emotions. For instance, before you entered you were nervous. Or, when you first saw my sister you were flustered and confused."
"How do you know?"
"Facial expressions and actions mostly."
"Ah, I see."
"So, about my sister."
"How do you know I wish to speak about her?" Jasper is beginning to scare the hell out of me. If he hadn't barred the doors I probably would've run. I would've made an excuse to leave.
"I'm making you uncomfortable," he says. I nod and he says, "And about my sister… what else would you want to talk about? Knitting patterns?"
"Well, no."
"So you do want to talk about Rose."
"Yes."
"I think I know why."
"You do?" I ask him. Wait, why did I ask? Its Jasper he knows everything stupid therapist.
"You love her don't you?"
"Yes."
"Then isn't it sensible that you would come to me, her only living relative, to ask for her hand in marriage?"
"Yes," I mumble. How the hell did he know that? I know, Alice must've told him!
"By the way, nobody told me anything," he says.
"Then how-," he cuts me off though.
"I'm not stupid, Emmett. Rosalie is my TWIN I know her too well to overlook her emotions. And you, well, you're a bit of an open book to tell you the truth, although you did keep that 'I'm an assassin' secret well hidden. Anyways, I've been watching the two of you, and the way you look at her is how every man, including myself, has looked at the woman they want to spend the rest of their life with."
"Oh," I say.
Jasper walks to another picture and looks at it, then walks away. He returns to his desk, presses a button and the doors un-bar themselves. He then goes to leave I'm confused, but then he returns and hands me a box.
"Give her this," he says, "My mother wanted me to be sure whoever proposed to her used this ring." Then he leaves. I open the box and there is a beautiful ring there, it must've been their mother's ring. I stand and on an impulse, I walk over to the pictures Jasper had been looking at.
The first one that he was studying for so long was of him and Rose. I know it's the two of them, even though they are probably only ten, possibly eleven. They're hugging each other and they're smiling. I realize that looking at this picture made him feel protective of her. The second picture is of them and their parent's; they're all smiling. I realize Jasper didn't look at this one long because he is still hurting about the loss of his parents. They both are.
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