His hands cup Ana's cheeks, fingers sliding into her soft hair and she can't help but gasp at the sudden action when their foreheads press together, the space so small between them that if Jasper leaned down just a little bit more their lips would c...
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It was her long, dark brown hair that blocked her face, her emotionless expression as she walked through the backstreets of Forks.
Everything had hurt ever since he left.
She couldn't handle it anymore, the pain of the gaping hole in her heart. She couldn't breathe without remembering the breaths they shared between kisses. She couldn't listen to music without remembering the way he twirled her in her living room, the way his cold hands held her waist securely.
She couldn't do a damn thing without remembering him.
Her face illuminated red for a few seconds as she passed the crimson neon sign and walked into the sketchiest bar in town. The bar that had less chances of people recognizing her as Chief Swans oldest daughter.
Ana didn't bother with looking up at the bar tender when she said, her voice void of emotion as well, "Bourbon on the rocks, keep them coming." The man made her a glass and set it down, not caring at how young she was as long as he got paid, beside the pack of cigarettes she pulled out of her pocket.
Her small fingers found the lighter a few seconds later and she dunked the drink down her throat, the burning liquid being oh so familiar to her but not as familiar as the taste of the cigarette between her lips as she lit the end of it.
Ana inhaled the poison before releasing the smoke and releasing the memories that made her go there in the first place.
Alice blinked and snapped her head up at her family who stared at her, all of their pale faces morphed into concern excepted for Edward who held an expression of disbelief. He was the only one besides Alice who saw her vision, who saw Ana drinking and smoking.
"What is it?" Carlisle asked softly.
Alice blinked again and swallowed even when she didn't have to, "It's Ana," she breathed.
Jasper was out of the Cullen home and into his car within seconds, speeding down the road at over a hundred miles per hour as his worry for the girl he was falling in love with increased as every single second passed, seconds that could determine if Ana was in danger or not.
He parked on the side of the road and ran towards the side of the house, under Ana's open window. He studied his eyes on the big oak tree beside the house and climbed it easily, not moving his focus off of anything but Ana's safety and the window as he jumped through it and landed on a crouch on her floor.
