We Three Witches (Twilight)

Please, No... Alice, I'm So Sorry

Jasper's POV

March 15th, 2003

Authors' Notes

So for the next few months we're going to be doing double uploads. This isn't a permanent change to our schedule, it'll just be for the next few months, because after that (around August) we'll be taking a hiatus. This is to help our mental health recover, and to write new content for all our stories (as well as this one).

And because there's some angst coming up hahaha (if you couldn't tell), and some of our cliffhangers are going to be cruel 💖

Joy: Also sorry for the late upload! My grandmother had an accident and was hospitalised on the 18th, unfortunately preventing us from uploading the day after

Courtney: We hope you've enjoyed this chapter, and that you'll enjoy the next

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I was listless. Wandering aimlessly and searching for a purpose in a way I hadn't done in over fifty years. But without Alice, I was at a loss. I may have only known her for a few weeks, but she'd breathed new life into me, and without her here it felt like I had none of it.

"I'm choosing my family. Again. Over everyone else. Over you."

I crouched down and ran my hands through the stream, washing the blood off. The three drained animals behind me had done nothing to ease the hole inside me. I'd known it wouldn't— nothing would fill this small witch-sized hole, but for a moment it had felt good. Like my whole world wasn't falling apart.

But it was time I went home. Since the moment Alice had gazed at me with that look of pained betrayal, I had taken off over the Olympic Mountains and not looked back. I knew I hadn't left the Olympic area, however I had made a conscious effort not to concentrate on where I was going, I just wanted to get away. Away from what my brother and I may have ruined, and away from the possibility that Alice may never forgive me.

"I need to get my priorities straight, and I can't do that with you."

The world was falling apart around me. Alice was the only good thing I had going for me, the only person I could truly relax around, and I had ruined it so terribly she never wanted to speak with me again.

"We're done, Jasper. I can't love someone I can't trust. Don't call or text me again."

I'd thought our argument had broken me, but that text message had ripped my heart from my chest and lit the hole on fire.

I'd tried calling her immediately, even after her message, however I was too late and had been sent to an automated message.

"The number you have dialled cannot be reached."

That was when I'd realised I'd truly fucked up. Not only had I ruined the best thing to happen to me, she'd also blocked me.

And yet, I still had my phone with me, like an ever present burn against my chest pocket as it stubbornly remained silent. Every second I twitched, waiting for it to ring. But it hadn't, and so I'd forced myself to stay away. She'd made it clear that she wanted space, and if I had any chance in hell at mending everything I'd broken, I had to respect that.

Even if it meant staying away from the love of my life.

In the end, I found myself back at the site of the closest positive memory of her. Our cottage.

However, as I reached the treeline, I was hit with a maelstrom of emotions. Anger, panic, self-loathing, shame; a whirling maelstrom of emotions so powerful I stumbled. My own mirroring emotions rose up in response. My instinct's demanded I leave; before I could turn and run I was forcefully hit with a scent I would recognise anywhere, and it was coming from the direction of our cottage