The next day we went back to Disney world and explored through the rest of the amusement park. This time Henry and my mother kept an extra close eye on Jasper and I. Very close. Every time I would even look in another direction my mother would question me. That day was the most fun I had had since my father left four years ago. It seems so long ago now, but every now and then I would just stop to remember him. Who he was before it all went down hill. Before everything fell apart.
On the ride back to the hotel I was looking out the window thinking about my dad. I Know he wasn't ever coming back, I've known that for a while now. And now my mother was getting married, which means she had moved on from him, and that realization hurt. It felt like a sharp knife piercing my heart. I knew somewhere deep inside me that this was bound to happen. Which got me to thinking, is this how relationships are destined to end? I looked to the front of the limo at Henry and my mother. Their hands were intertwined smiles on their faces. I don't know, I felt like I didn't know anything but at the same time I felt like I knew too much. I was always told by teachers and other adults that I was much more mature than a normal nine year old. A tear ran down my cheek, I turned to look out the window to hide my crying eyes.
Jasper embraced me from behind, his arms looped around my chest. "Don't cry," he whispered in my ear softly. I placed my hand over his arm, as if to reassure him, or comfort myself. "If you cry, and can't stay happy, for the both of us. Then I think I'll fall apart."
"Jasper?" I whispered back to him, afraid if my voice was too loud, it may shatter his shaking body like glass. I felt him nuzzle his face closer to my back over my long brown hair.
"Rose," his voice was shaky and broken. A smile protruded from my lips, my best friend, my brother. A strange feeling ran in my stomach, the butterflies were at it again. Making me feel like I could fly but at the same time I felt crushed. Like my heart had a thousand pound weight on it that could never be moved.
That night it didn't rain so I slept alone, but I didn't want to sleep alone. I wanted to feel Jasper's warmth on my skin. I looked over at Jasper's bed, "Go to sleep Rose." I heard him mumble with a sleepy voice. It was as if he knew I was awake and thinking. Maybe he was too.
"Good night Jasper."
"Night Rose." His eyes were closed as he spoke to me. I closed my eyes and waited for sleep to take me.
In the next week we started moving our things into Henry's mansion. My room was going to be the room with the boxes and the big window that I had hid in many times before. A room right next to Jasper's. My mom moved her art studio in an empty room down stairs. She was sharing a room with Henry, she said that's what all mommy's and daddy's did, and that's what you do when you love someone. You share a room, you hug and kiss and do other weird gross stuff.
"Rosey come and help move the boxes in!" My mom called from outside in the round drive way. I ran outside from the main hall. The air was crisp with the upcoming winter. A chill ran down my spin as the wind howled over the roof of the mansion. Jasper was locked away in his room, he's been like this all day. I tried talking to him but he only tells me he's fine and he'll be out in a minute but that was 4 hours ago. We moved the last of the boxes in with the movers. Henry said the movers would unpack for us but my mother, being the independent woman she is, refused and said she would help them. They unpacked my boxes and set my things in my room, there wasn't very much, that is until Henry came home. He went shopping and bought me a dresser a nightstand, a toy box for all the toys he ever bought me, along with the ones I already had. He even bought me a new bed it was the most comfortable bed I ever owned.
"Thank you so much!" I exclaimed jumping into his arms. My room was all set up, there were flowers painted on the walls, it looked so pretty.
I ran next door to Jasper's room and knocked on the door lightly. "I said I'd be out later!"

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I Can't Help but Want You
Roman d'amourHere I thought I had been through so much, a heavy heart yet still a smile. After my parents divorce my mother soon found love again. Henry... I liked him, and I liked his son too. Although he was truly the saddest little boy in the whole world. He...