"You'll be alright, no one can hurt you now"
Things have changed.
Willow is prepare for the fact that her childhood friends are moving while dealing with the return of her cousin. The tension between the two is high and it only gets worse when Bella...
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"Dαmη γσυ Jαsρεr."
Painting brought Willow a sense of security. It was something she picked up as a child, her mother taught her. When Charlie took her in he converted the small basement of the house into Willow's art studio. She had supplies scattered throughout the house but the main mess of it was in the basement. She stayed there more often than her room. It was the one place she felt like herself.
Charlie hung her art work in the living room, kitchen, hallway, and stairway. Even the ones from her childhood that looked like a bunch of smudges. The studio was small but Willow loved it. It was a mess with paint covering the floor, stained brushes in stained jars, paint covered clothes, and endless supplies. Charlie never complained. Despite all that she couldn't fight the tiny bit of pain swelling in her chest as she drug her paintbrush across the canvas.
Jasper watched her work silently and Willow knew he could feel the pain in her chest but he didn't take it away from her. "Why didn't you go with your uncle to pick up your cousin?"
"I didn't want to." Willow stated bluntly and looked up from the canvas. Jasper was looking at one of Willow's most recent paintings, his fingers reaching out to graze the painting. "Don't touch that. The paint isn't dry."
Jasper turned to her with his famous smile and something about it made her feel better. "How are you feeling about today?"
"You tell me." Willow raised her brow as she dipped her brush in the jar filled with water.
"We'll you're nervous but you're also worried." Jasper leaned back against the wall, his gold eyes filled with sympathy. "Do you want to talk about it?" Willow wiped her hands on her paint covered overalls.
"I want to like her. To be her friend." Willow explained. "I just don't know how to do that. I haven't seen her in five years."
"You know things might not be that bad." Jasper shrugged and stepped towards her, his hands wrapping around her waist.
"Who knows." Willow shrugged and used her towel to dry off her paint brush.
"Where is that?" Jasper used his head to gesture towards the painting on the canvas.
"Maine. Charlie and I went there a few years back." Willow smiled fondly at the painting, recalling the memory of the trip. "This lighthouse is off the coast and has the most beautiful view."
"If it looks anything like your painting, it's breathtaking." Jasper mumbled and lightly kissed her neck.
"I want to live there one day." Willow leaned back against Jasper's cold chest.
"Leave Forks?" Jasper tilted his head to meet her eyes.
"One day I want to see the world but home will always be Forks." Willow twisted in his arms to press her lips against his. It started off sweet and soon became desperate. Willow's nails clawed into the fabric and the exposed sick of his neck. Jasper's hands embedded themselves in her hair, his fingers twisting into her red strands of hair.
