𝕊𝕔𝕒𝕣 𝕄𝕒𝕣𝕜𝕤

ℂℍ1: ℂℍ𝔸ℕ𝔾𝔼𝕊

​{Jasper POV}
​Hell is the only way I can describe this place that I find myself in now. It has been this way for a week. If my heart could beat, it would have stopped beating the moment she turned her back on me. I could feel the broken pieces, like fractured glass inside my chest. I could only keep on thinking that same question that has been running in my head since she left: Why? Why did she leave me?
​Every day since the beginning of our relationship she has told me we were meant to be. That we belonged together. I was utterly and devotedly in love with her. Still, that didn't stop her from walking away from our marriage after sixty-plus years. Hadn't I been enough for her? Not even my promises and pleas to her stopped her from walking out the door with her bags. I could still see the looks of pity in everyone's eyes, feeling their emotions regarding this situation.
​In my lap lay the final nail in my coffin: a packet of divorce papers and my mother's wedding ring tucked inside the envelope. My life, my hope, had left me. I was alone in the lands of the Alaskan wilderness, but I felt numb inside as I watched the winter snowstorm raging just outside the second-floor windows. Like the landscape, I was just as dead and desolate.
​Without Al... her, the flashbacks of my past mistakes were back with a vengeance. I was being made to see all the wrongs I'd committed. Their faces, the screams, and emotions haunted me. The memories kept coming. I packed a small duffel bag of my things. I couldn't stay with the Cullen's anymore. I couldn't take anymore of feeling their pity. I couldn't bear seeing the worry and sympathy in their eyes. I jumped from what used to be my second-floor bedroom to the snow-covered ground and ran across the landscape, jumping across creek beds into the trees.
​I ran for hours before I came to a familiar sight that stopped me in my tracks. Even without thinking of where I was running off to, I still somehow found myself standing in front of the one place I'd wished to never see again. The three-story house stared back teasingly at me. I was back in Forks, Washington. Its glass-length walls were being covered by racing vines and foliage up its sides. The grass had grown wild. Graffiti was sprayed on the garage. Everything about it was beginning to be engulfed slowly in the snow of the invading winter. Seeing this house brought nothing but shame and heartbreak. The house stood as a reminder of all that I had lost.
​Somehow without knowing what I was doing, I found myself picking up rocks one after another and flinging them at that house. The sound of glass breaking, walls, and siding cracking filled my senses. All I could see was the memories, feel the anger, the pain. I could feel the unsheddable venom stinging my eyes. My teeth were gritted. I wanted to scream. I wanted to cry. No sound, tears, nothing came. My throat and eyes burned from the battle. I went to throw another rock when a hand grabbed my wrist. I wrenched myself away and crouched. Even with all the burning venom unshed in my eyes and the memories flowing, I would recognize that face. But it was different, and so were her eyes. That hair that used to be dull and lifeless now shined in a dark chocolate mahogany radiance. Her face and skin smooth like a glowing moonstone. Her eyes an odd amber/orange instead of the familiar chocolate brown I had come to know. Bella Swan was standing before me not as a weak, clumsy human but as a vampire. The pack of wolves stood behind her. Apparently, a lot has changed since I left Forks.