"You're here to be the judge. You're the one who will see if the love we have is enough." The words leave my lips, and her expression drops as her hands leaves the air after I refused to take it.
Her eyes are sadden as she looks at me, and a soft sigh leaves her lips. "I wish this didn't need to happen Eleanor, but the gift we have cannot heal everything."
I grow frustrated at that, how can she claim that when I've heard the impossible things she was able to do.
"What do you mean we can't heal everything?! Our family has been able to do incredible things, especially you!"
Her eyes stare deeply into my own. The silence surrounding us as deep as a chasm. The smallest sounds are nearly deafening. The small intake of air through my nose, the faint tapping sound from somewhere else. I don't know what the sound means: if she is angry by my outburst, if she is ready to deem me unworthy and let me die.
Yet, those thoughts stop as she breaths sharply and waves to the tea. "We best drink that before it gets cold."
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"So what did you first think the first time you saw him?" Elizabeth asks as she takes a dainty sip of her tea. We have been at this for what seems like hours. She asks minor questions about Jasper's and I's relationship. What did I think about his secret. How did I feel about Jasper being alive for centuries. What I thought about all the harm Jasper has done in his past.
So it came as a shock when she finally asked a question so simple.
"What I thought of him the first time I saw him?" I ask suspiciously, "what? No more questions about Jasper's past? No more hard to answer morally based questions?" She just shrugs and waves her hands, giving me a look that says to just answer the question.
Thinking back on, that first night we met. When I was out in field behind the house party. My need to get away from the noise and idiotic drinking. To Connor's infamous ditching of me at parties, leading me to find solace in the dark with the soft strums of music. I almost laugh at the way I completely disregarded the odd fact that he tried to play off the complete strangeness of him walking out of the woods late at night. Claiming he was out on a walk from home, a home I found out was right next to mine and in no way was that a plausible story.
Chuckling, I run a hand through my loose hair, looking at Elizabeth. " It's silly really. I was forced to go to a party by my best friend. I knew he would ditch me as soon as we got there, but he assured me he wouldn't. Lies. So I did what I normally do, grab my guitar. My dad taught me how to play when I was young, it was my favorite thing to watch him do and one day he bought me one to play on..." I trail off as I swallow a lump. Wishing I could see dad again, that short time wasn't enough. "Anyway, I was practicing a song out on the edge of the woods when I hear a twig snap. Not at all considering the dangers of it all." I smile once again, my finger running along the rim of the teacup. "When I saw him, it was like I was struck with lightening. One look into those strange golden eyes, seeing emotions he much rather hide. I was sunk. I think even at that moment, he would be the one for me for the rest of my life." I smile at that and look directly at her as I put my teacup down on the table. Crossing my arms across my chest, I look at her with determination that fills my chest.
"Because despite his past, despite the things he was forced to do whether by accident or not. He is still a good man. So good, he tried to leave me despite the pain because he wanted the best for me." I laugh lightly as my chest tightens at the thought of him and what he's done. "He brings out the best in me, and I him. He showed me in a time of my life where I was scared of what was happening to, that I am strong. That he would accept me no matter what. He had the strength to do so much for me, things not even the happiest of couples can do for one another. He showed me what real love is. Showed me that there is such a thing as soulmates, that his will always be the other half of me."
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Caresses (Jasper Hale love story)
FanfictionPale fingertips drift across her warm pink-tinted cheek. Dark lashes casting shadows across her face as she sleeps in content. Her slim fingers grip mine tightly as she shuffles closer to me in her sleep. I shouldn't have came here, I should have ne...