purple rain | jasper hale

eighteen

|trigger warning| 

Valerie was going up the spiral staircase and even though she knew they wouldn't hurt her, she couldn't help but wonder how they would clean the blood from all the glass that surrounded the house when Jasper eventually snapped and murdered her.

Stupid thoughts.

The upper floor was also engulfed by light just like the living area below. All the walls were replaced with glass and Valerie saw her mother and Esme looking at some flowers outside. She also saw a river nearby and even some birds flying around.

Jasper was watching Valerie. He didn't want to read her emotions but he could still feel her anxiety – there was much less of it than before anyway. All doors were closed as the other Cullen's had their private rooms and cared about their personal space, especially when there were humans around. He reached to his white bedroom door to which he had moved into after breaking up with Alice and opened it, allowing Valerie to get in.

Valerie knew it was his room as soon as she got in – not only because he invited her, but because there was less light than expected. She could see some light peeking through his thick dark curtains; that wall had probably been replaced with glass as well. Valerie kept her head low as she didn't want to intrude on his private space. As she stared at her shoes, she saw that the floor was clean, – and not full of clothing like she guessed Emmett's room was – in a beautiful shape of light white wood. She was startled by the sound of the curtains being opened by Jasper.

Jasper's room was facing the back of the house; there was only forest surrounding his room, a branch of an ancient almost glued to the wall of the house. Jasper opened the huge window and sat down on the edge of it.

Valerie was engulfed in the forest's scent and sounds; she could hear the animals walking, running, living their lives; she could hear the river nearby and she could smell the mud, a smell that she had grown so accustomed to in Forks. It was home.

'The view is beautiful.' The girl sat down next to Jasper, keeping her distance but feeling comfortable enough to sit on the edge next to him. The fall would kill her instantly, anyways. She dangled her legs and could feel the wind touching her skin. Jasper's room was in the middle of the forest, living amongst it instead of apart; it wasn't anything like her house.

'It's really peaceful.' He replied in a whisper. 'My room is really good when you need to think. It has saved my life a bunch of times.'

She didn't care about Jasper's room; it was very impersonal and maybe that was something that perfectly displayed his personality. There was a kingside bed with white sheets, a black bookshelf full of books and CD's and a small desk. But that was it: there were no pictures, no plants, no souvenirs, no memories; there wasn't anything that pointed out to it being Jasper's room. It wasn't his home.

He was looking at her now. She was looking at his lips.

God, she hated being in her teenage years.

She sighed and started playing with her fingers, staring at the forest in front of them.

There was no running away from things; it wasn't worth it. The dead are dead. She did everything she could while Mary was alive; she loved her, she breathed for her, she was always there for her. It was time to start thinking about herself as well.

'I know James. I haven't seen him in a few years, but I do know him.'

Jasper sighed and mumbled under his breath. He also knew her from a few years, he was sure, and he could still feel his arm burning where hers was bandaged, but he didn't say anything. Things were just so confusing. He thought that James was after her because he caught his scent on her; at least that was what Alice told him as she had her vision and that was what Edward read in James's thoughts. However, Valerie was there right in front of him telling him that she knew who he was. He was looking at her now; he loved looking at her, whether she looked broken or not. He would always be there for her, through thick and thin. Valerie couldn't help but think that she missed him: not only seeing him in person but his touch, his eyes, his presence in general. She knew that even though she tried to hate him, she would always be there for him, through thick and thin 'My best friend is my entire world.' She announced, smiling lightly as the words slipped. She was just grateful that her pills sedated her enough to be able to talk to him about it. Jasper smiled back at her; she thought she would burst. Why do I miss you so much?