Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight.
AN: This entire story is in Jasper's PoV.
For a moment, I feel nothing but surprise. But only for a moment.
And then I'm on the ground, pain exploding from within. My eyes burn with tears and obstruct my vision. I claw at my wound, my long fingers bent into talons as I tear at it, trying to pull away the pain. I can hear awful blood curdling shrieks around me, pounding relentlessly at my ears. I could taste the blood in my mouth, my throat. It gurgled and spluttered out over my face.
I should have stayed in Texas. I should have avoided all contact with them. With her. I should have, but I couldn't regret my decision.
How can anyone regret the best thing to ever happen to them?
I can't regret her. Loving her, knowing her, just seeing her for the first time was too good of a thing. The most amazing thing.
But now I was here, dying, bleeding to death ironically enough, on this cold unfeeling street. All because of her. Because I had been the bigger masochist in the end. Because I had been the one to walk away.
It was my fault in the end.
I had hurt her. And now I was dying. My eyes were becoming heavy now; my hand had fallen still long ago.
As I slipped into the dark oblivion I could almost make out the sound of my angel's voice calling my name. Then I knew no more.
AN: If I get a few reviews for this thing, like five or so, I'll put up the first chapter tomorrow.