Enchanted | Jasper Hale [Completed]

|12| Cursive Handwriting

Chapter Twelve:
Cursive Handwriting

  The streets of England were a place where one could reinvent themselves, if they so desired, and it had been known to be done. This was her aim when she settled in the city of Manchester.

  Lucinda wanted to be a better person for Jasper. She wanted to be the person that she thought her mate deserved, not thinking that she was destined for him as she is. But mostly, she wanted to cleanse herself from the person who Garrett had proclaimed his love towards.

However, it was not as simple as it originally seemed as Lucinda had come to feel happy and confident with the changes she had made to herself. There was one was only one solution to this predicament and Lucinda hoped it wouldn't reverse all of her efforts through the years.

Jasper left his room, although reluctantly, for the first time in two months when Alice said that he had a letter (she did, however, have to force him out if his room whilst saying that 'things just drifted by him' and that he needed to 'get out more.') Confused about who would contact him as all of his familiars were either living with him or had run away from him like Lucinda had. Lucinda -- oh what wouldn't he give to speak to her. To resolve their petty argument and beg for forgiveness.

He would beg for days if he had to, just to see her smile once more. Or to hear her angelic laugh, which sounded like bells, fill the room at something Emmett had said. He would go to every continent possible to see her, feel her and be with her. He would do anything for that girl — His girl.

Inspecting the envelope, Jasper noticed that the stamp wasn't American but British. Who could be trying to contact him from England, Peter and Charlotte? Had Maria finally found him after all these years?

  Opening it briskly, he scanned to cursive words that read:

My dearest Jasper,

                                  I know that this is completely out of the blue me to contact you after all of this time, Especially since this letter is from England. But I have gone what seems like a millennium without you and I desire nothing more than to feel your touch against mine, to feel your lips graze mine and to be one with you.
However, I no longer feel that it is within my limits and my rights to ask to be with you once more as I have left with us: in the midst of an argument; without telling where I was going or how long I would be gone until I return. And I regret that.
On the other hand,I do not regret leaving as my fears became a reality as it is not only objects which I can levitate. Liquids and gases (Including fire) are no longer safe For my gift. I am glad I didn't discover this with you, my family, as you could have been seriously hurt.
In closed in this letter is my current address in Manchester, please write back to me. I need to know if you're alright and safe. I could not live with myself if something happened to you and I was out somewhere whilst you were hurt.

                                  Your Firestarter