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How did I become so lucky? What did I do to earn the great things around me? That is questions I still don't have the answer to, and probably never will. Looking down on the face of my love, his eyes closed and his golden hair spread out in my lap, I couldn't help but think those thoughts.

He looked so peaceful, a small smile had his lips turned up and his face was relaxed into a soft expression. What if I never had met him? What would have happened to me if that was the case? Would I have contineud to walk around, empty without knowing when I would feel completed, walking around in the dark without a light to guide me home? In a way I didn't want to see that possible, because I knew he changed me for the better. If I never had met him I would still be the broken little girl Carlisle had found on the cold shower room floor in 1863. 

I ran my fingers through his hair as I continued to gaze down on him with a feeling I couldn't explain. It was more than just love, it was my reason for existing, he was that reason. It was a strange thing, to be able to bare your soul without being ashamed to a person. Yes, we were both broken. Yes, we were still cracked deep inside and we both knew no one could fully heal us. We would always be a little damaged. But when we were with each other those cracks seemed to be sealed for just a few moments. And that was why I was unable to imagine a life without him, no I wouldn't because it would never exist.

The human girl was in the house again, we both sat in the living room away from her and Edward who were in the kitchen. Rosalie and Emmett were down in the garage while Esme and Carlisle sat in the library, probably reading or snogging, didn't matter and didn't care. Alice along with Elizabeth and Daisy were out in the forest somewhere, doing something I hadn't paid attention to. 

Jasper shot up from his seat, he sucked in a breath and his eyes were wide, filled with terror. His whole body language screamed of fright and he repeatedly sucked in large breaths. His eyes flickered around the room, and because I sat behind him he didn't see me and he was to panicked to feel my emotions. His voice broke as he said my name, and if pain could be voiced this would be the definition.

"Scarlett?"

I flashed from my seat down to the ground in front of him, I kneeled down and placed my hands on each side of his head. With gentle touches I turned his head towards me and I saw the relief flooding into his eyes. Even so the panic was clear as day and all I focused on in this moment was the frightened man in front of me. 

"I'm here, honey. You're not there anymore. She's not here anymore."

His hands were gripping my arms as he continued to take breaths, looking into my eyes as he listened to me. I didn't bother to look towards Isabella where she stood in the doorway looking at the both of us, I didn't bother looking at Carlisle and Esme who begun to walk into the room and I didn't bother focusing on anything else other than Jasper. I laid his head against my neck and he gripped onto me like I was his life line. My lips almost touched his ear as I began to hum the same tune I always sang when I calmed him down, and almost in a second his whole body relaxed. 

When I said we both were broken even after more than a hundred years I ment it. We still had the same flashbacks, things that would never leave us even how much we wanted them to. We still feared for those things to come back, even when we knew they never would. Our paranoia stuck with us even in the happiest of moments and we never stopped looking over our shoulder. It was our curse, we would never fully be relaxed, we would never fully trust someone other than ourselves and each other. 

My hands slowly grazed from his neck towards his hair, rolled his locks around my fingers and repeated the process. He pressed his face deeper into my neck and I heard him speak with the same fragile tone. "I thought she took you from me."