All of my memories(Jasper Hale+You)

Part-8

*Forks, Washington. Year 2009*

'Honeysuckle....I smell honeysuckle' thinks Alice, as she tries to work through another confusing vision. She see's no one, hears no voices. She's standing on the front porch of her home, frantically looking around. Her senses are on high alert, but they always end the same way, with the very distinct scent of honeysuckle. "Are you alright, Alice?" Asks Carlisle. Alice shakes her head, trying to clear the images from her mind.
"Yeah...I just had another one."
" That's the third one you've had this week. Has anything changed?"
"No...it's the same thing every time. Honeysuckle..." she rubs her temples with her slim delicate fingers.
"Where's Jasper?" She sighs
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Everyone has secrets, and Jasper Hale is no exception. He walks over to the large cherrywood bookcase, and runs his fingers along the spine's of all the books that line the middle shelf. He stops at the end, on an old, navy blue hardcover book. He glides his palm over the cover thoughtfully, considering putting it back in its place.
Even though these memories are so painful, his heart can help but to yearn for the past. He opens the book, and inside of the hollowed out pages lies an old leather travelers journal. He walks over and sits down on the side of his bed, setting the blue decoy book to the side. "I don't even have the right to miss you as much as I do...not after what I did to you..." tears well up in his eyes as he opens the wrinkled stained pages. Inside, he finds an old, dingy, blood stained letter, the very last letter she had ever written him, a once white handkerchief, discolored and dry-rotted over time, with the delicately embroidered N.W. in the bottom corner, and finally, her picture. It was thin, torn away at the edges, and no matter how well he tried to preserve it, the inevitable effects of being carried for over 150 years has taken its toll. He takes the letter, and inhales deeply, still hoping to catch a hint of her scent, even though it had worn off long ago.
"When are you going to tell her?"
Jasper jumped, and quickly hid his secret treasures.
"Tell her what, Edward?....That I killed my first wife and unborn child? That I'm still mourning that loss? That I still-..."
Edward places his hand on his brothers shoulder in an attempt to comfort him.
"I can't hurt Alice like that... I won't hurt her like that..."
Jasper got up and placed the journal back into the decoy book, and carefully placed it back in its place on the shelf.
"Don't hurt me"...."Those were the last words she ever spoke to me....the last words she'd ever speak again..." he sighed, mournfully. Edward pulled Jasper close, and patted his back.
"You can't carry this around forever, Jasper.."
Edward is the only person in the world who knows about Jasper's secret past, not by Jaspers own admittance, of course. Sometimes Edward's talent proves to be invasive and downright violating at times.
"This stays between us." Jasper says, leading Edward outside.
"Always has, always will, little brother."