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I was thinking about her
Thinking bout me
Thinkin bout us (us)
What we gunna be?
Open my eyes, (Yeah)
it was only just a dream...

Nelly-Just a Dream

EPOV

I watch them from the sidelines, my mind going to all the dreams I had for us. I should have never let her go, but I did it for her own good. She needed to be safe, and I couldn't guarantee that she would be. I love her and only want her to be happy. Now she has moved on with my brother, and I regret breaking up with her. Hell, I have regretted it since it happened; it should be me holding her, loving her, and giving her eternity. We should have gotten married, went away somewhere where it could be just us for a while, it should be me holding her hand, playing with her hair. It should be me. She looks at with passion, but it is only just a dream. I gave her up.

I can't believe my stupidity; I gave up the only good thing in my long life. I lied to her and she believed me, how could she believe me? That was the biggest lie I have ever told, and she believed me, that just tears my heart out. I know she loves him, and she is happy. I can't believe she would move on so quickly from us. I yearn for her, and I have no chance. It is my own fault, but I cannot help but be upset with this situation. I didn't expect her to wait forever. However, she shouldn't be with him; I might have stood a chance if she weren't. I cannot help but be mad at him for moving in on my Bella. I cannot help but be mad that this happened and knowing it is all my faults doesn't help the situation one bit.

My eyes fill up with tears that will never fall, my love. My life is gone, and I will never get her back. I wish she could see me. I wish that she would accept me back. I wish I could walk up to them and tear them apart. I wish that I could turn back time, I wish that I hadn't, have left, that I had asked her to marry me, that I had asked for eternity with her, that I had been strong enough to love her. Maybe if I had been stronger I wouldn't be wallowing in self-pity and despair. I would have my love. My fears would have never existed, and I would have been able to make her mine. Instead, I am not strong. She deserves strong, and she deserves my brother.

I love her and so here, I stand in the background and dream. She could have been mine; she could have been wrapped around me, her beauty looking down at me with love, her body tightly wrapped around my own. My innocent bride, my Isabella, her hair framing her face, her gaze warm like butter, golden in beauty and peering at me with adoration and love. I love her with every breath that I take. Our relationship was never right but that doesn't stop me from dreaming.

BPOV

Laying there with my head on his chest, I started thinking about Edward and the feelings I thought I had for him. Realizing it was nothing compared to what I feel for Jasper. I was more in love with the idea of Edward then I was with the man himself. It was a dream of what we could be, nothing more, and nothing less. I let my mind go over everything, and I despair because I now realize it was always Jasper, who I loved, never Edward. I can't get over the pain I have caused with the whole deal with him, and my keeps wandering. I start to feel emotions seeping into me, that do not belong to me, before Jasper clears his throat. I lean up and give him a kiss, letting my love and adoration flow over him.

"I am so sorry Jasper. I should have never been with Edward," I say timidly, letting my emotions of love embrace him. "I was in love with the thought of Edward; he was perfect just not for me. I thought I was in love with him, but it pales in comparison to what I feel for you my love."

I know I am no longer broken up over him, but the hurt is still there about the way he broke up with me. Things could have ended differently; he should have just told me the truth. You see I realized something else; he didn't leave me because he didn't love me. He left because he didn't want to hurt me, he left because it was the right thing to do. I would have wanted to stay friends with him if he stayed, I don't think he could have handled that, I think it would have torn him apart to watch me move on with his brother. I think that he would have been heartbroken, and I am sure he is, after all he probably saw this happening in the pixies' mind.

Peace and calm flow over me, and I realize that Jazz is very still letting me work out the things playing through my mind and damn if he didn't feel the slight bit of love that I have for Edward still. It is nothing but love that I would have for a brother or a friend.

"You do know that the feelings I have for Edward are not the kind I have for you right Jazz?" I ask gently.

"Of course Darlin', I know the difference. I know you love him as you would an old friend or brother. I also know that you love me with the purest of hearts," he says his eyes sparkling with love. My hand slowly lifts up to his face to cup his cheek; my finger runs over his full kissable lips, my emotions shocking me in their intensity.

"I am ready Jazz. I know what I would be giving up, I know what I want, and I want you to do it. Change me please," I plead letting my sincerity show in my touch and voice.

"Are you sure Darlin', if you want to do this, we can, but I want you to be absolutely sure," he says gently. His eyes taking on a hungry look, not hungry for my blood but hungry for me. His body shifts, sitting up.

"I am sure, Jasper, make love to me, and then change me." I say in a steady voice.

He pushes me back on the bed, gently taking my hands, and placing his lips against the skin, kissing each knuckle. His eyes turn from the golden beauty they normally are, too deep dark pools of lust. He brings his hand up to my cheek placing the back of it against my skin and tracing it along my jaw down my throat. My eyes flutter closed. My skin tingles with the feel of his silky skin moving over my throat. His hand trails down my body slowly brushing over my ribs and grazing my breast. Heat pools between my legs, and I hear a sharp intake of breath. A low growl rumbles through the room, and wetness seeps out of me, pooling on the sheets below.

His hand traces my stomach in lazy circles, occasionally his fingers dip into my belly button. Goosebumps rise on my skin; it feels as if my body is on fire. My breath starts coming out in pants, and he hasn't even touched the area that is on fire for him. He grazes his hand down my leg, brushing close to my heat, but not near close enough for me, and my body convulses from near orgasmic pleasure. My breathing hitches as he begins a slow sensual massage of my calf and thigh, his hand brushing my lower lips occasionally. Every nerve in my body is tingling now, his hand dips in between my thighs spreading them apart. His fingers slip into my slick folds spreading them apart to flick gently across my button.

My eyes fly open, and lock onto his. He slides a finger inside me, preparing me, testing teasing circling in and out. The delicious heat that fills my body is intense, and he curls his finger upwards hitting that spot that will make me see stars. The burn spreads to my stomach, my muscles start clenching, trying to keep his finger deep inside me, my body twitches and I explode into a million pieces. He keeps stroking me gently, letting me ride out the storm, he wrought in my body.

He gently removes his finger from inside me; my eyes still locked on him are clouded with a lusty haze as I take in his glorious form. He is long and thick with arousal. He takes himself in hand and crawls his way up my bodies, taking his time, letting the anticipation gather. He brushes his body up against mine, using feather light touches and igniting my skin once again, my legs rise of their own accord and wrap around his waist as he sinks deeply into my slick heat. My eyes roll back in my head as the feeling of him filling me overwhelms me. He begins moving slowly at first, pulling all the way out before sliding all the way back in, his pelvic bone brushing my clit on every stroke.

"Harder, faster," I gasp out. He picks the pace up, pulling almost all the way out before slamming as hard as my body will allow back in. A cry falls from my mouth as pleasure courses through my veins. I feel so complete as if the world would stop spinning if he were not inside me. My mouth falls open in a silent O-shape. My vision blurs, and my body tightens almost painfully as another orgasm crashes into me like waves against a rock. He pumps several more times before stilling, a cry of passion falls from his lips. His eyes lock on mine for a second, and I see nothing but love before he leans down placing what feels like a kiss on my neck. His teeth slice through my skin, and another orgasm rips through me. I feel a deep pull, and the orgasm intensifies. A scream falls from my lips, and I pour all my love out through my emotions to him. Blackness surrounds me. I fall into darkness, and a burn starts to sear across me. I lock down my emotions, and tighten my body. I do not wish him to feel any remorse for causing me pain, so I will take it in silence.

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