I smiled at Bella as she blew out her 7th birthday candles, laughing giddily with excitement. I remembered the old days, long before Bella and her mother had been born... When I was 7. Of course my parents took care of me but they never seemed to love me. Unlike I, Bella was my only granddaughter and I adored her.
Bella caught my eye as she seemed to be talking to an imaginary friend. I used to have one, but he was real. I first met him when I was 17, at a ball at the village hall. He never seemed to age from then on, a beautiful god that stuck by me for a long time, until that tart came and took him away. His name was Jasper Hale.
Should I carry on this story?
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