The Unknown- Jasper Hale

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Sighing, as I close the door I sit on the floor, allowing my thoughts to take over. In the past twenty four hours more as happened then what has happened in the last few months. I had not realised how long I had been sat there until a small tear fell down my cheek. Quickly wiping it away, I stand up trying to distract myself from all this. After months of not being able to cry this was an odd emotion.

Not being able to deal with my own thoughts I rush upstairs to my room, but end up at hers. My mothers room has been left untouched since the day. I stare at the closed door for an unknown period of time. Why can't I open it? She's been gone for so long now- I should leave it shut. No stop being weak.

And with that I open the door in a hurry. The room looks untouched, as if I had just gone back to November. Her bed still had messed up sheets from when the rush to hospital happened. The curtains were still drawn, with a half empty cup of water on the bedside table.

Opening the wardrobe her clothes are all kept in perfect condition with no wrinkles, alongside what once were my fathers shirts. Her favourite blue wooly jumper, which she always wore hung in front of me. That jumper was bought by my father on some camping trip. She was cold the whole trip, so my father came back with that jumper, which was most likely just bought from Walmart. Even so that jumper became her favourite.

Gripping the jumper the immediate smell of her perfume surrounded the room. as if she was still here. Allowing the tears to stream I carried on looking through the memories of outfits, before feeling the shape of a box. Pulling the shape out, an old looking box with "Georgina Ava Wood" written on the top in my Ma's loopy hand writing.

Slowly opening the mystery box, it reveled a box filled to the brim with random things. A photo of me my Ma and dad from when I was a baby laid at the top of the pile. We looked happy. A letter next to it with my name by the side. Just as I was reaching for it a bang echoes from outside the house. 

Quickly shutting the box, and shoving it back from where it was found. I rush out of the what once was untouched room. Turning off the light, and closing the door behind, as if nothing had happened. 

Peering out of the window, I see Jaspers silver car by the house. An immediate sigh of relief comes over me, realising that it's just him.

"Hello," I mutter, opening the door with a small smile to try and hide the fact that I had been crying.

"Darlin," Jasper says, with one hang cupping my cheek where the tears had once been, "What's wrong?" His face filled with concern. A face which I hadn't seen at all this year until two days ago. Did he want to come back? The questions refloating around my mind.

"Would you have come back?" I blurt, moving away enabling the vampire to leave the door frame, closing the door behind him.

"What?" Jasper questions, probably wondering where this outburst came from.

"Jasper would you have come back if Edward didn't think Bella was dead." My tone being the most firm it has probably ever been. 

"I don't know," He answers truthfully. He wouldn't have.

"Okay," I say, turning away from him, attempting to hide the tears very badly.

"That doesn't mean I don't love you," He says firmly, neither of us leaving our previous position. 

"You would of come back if you did." I whisper lowly, something which no human would have heard. Though Jasper was no human. With this I started walking off into the small kitchen, which had barley been used.

"Hey," Jaspers voice calls, in a louder tone than usual, while grabbing my hand, causing me to turn to him. My red shot eyes into his golden. The vampire had never looked so angry. "I was trying to protect you- you heard what happened to Bella!" 

"I needed you! You saw how ill she was- I couldn't deal with her alone," My voice breaks at the mention of my mother. 

"And I am so sorry Georgie," Jasper argues, his voice in a breaking tone, one which I had never heard before, "If I could go back I would. I missed you every second. I constantly thought about coming back."

"Then why didn't you." I snap, my eyes widening I had never snapped at someone in that way before, especially not Jasper, but in this moment I was embracing the raw feeling of anger.

"I didn't want to hurt you. I'm a monster." His voice raises, yet still not shouting.

"I don't care what you are," I whisper.

"I know," He murmurs, "I am so sorry. If I could go back I would. I should have been there. I need you Georgie, I can't live without you." His hands take mine. "And I love every," He kisses my cheek, "single," his kisses move down my neck, "piece of you," he pecks my lips, before looking into my eyes. "I can go away, give you space. I will wait for you as long as you need- hell if you never want me back then I will stay away. But I love you so much and being away from you Georgie was the worst thing I have ever done,"

We continue to stare into each others eyes the only sound being heard being the clock on the kitchen wall, which wasn't even at the right time.

"I'm gonna go," He whispers, releasing our hands.

"Don't go," I call, causing him to turn around. He stays there waiting for me to continue. My mind being filled of questions. I love this boy, and as much resentment I had for his actions I couldn't be without him any longer. I am done with this pain and being without him. I need to get out of this state, and allow my mothers memories to be remembered in a happy way, and not in the pain of my mourning.

I rush up to him wrapping my legs round his waist. "Don't go," I say cupping his face, allowing the tears to fall for the third time that day, "Don't go," I repeat, leaning into his lips kissing them. The lips which I had missed so much.