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Twilight fan fiction: Third person description of Jasper and Alice when Alice has the vision of Bella jumping off of the cliff. It's mostly about Jasper, focusing on how he feels his guilt. It's meant to be in a loose poem form.
They sat there, in each others arms, nestled tightly together. He sat with his arms around her, light stroking an unnamed pattern on her dainty arm. She turned her head, resting her forehead against his marble neck. She sighed, her cool breath swirling around his face, driving his senses wild.
She was melancholy. They all were. It was plainly obvious, even without his extra abilities. Her sadness swirled around him, crashing in waves about his persona. She looked up at him, silently communicating her apology. He shook his head and smiled sadly.
Her tiny hand touched his face, and then she once again resumed her former position, laying her head down on his shoulder. He resumed his unknown pattern. She became motionless. He knew what this was. Her breath left her, and he was aware of the emotions leaving her being, followed by intense fear and anguish.
"Alice?" The sweet word voiced from his lips brought her to the present. She turned to him, her beatific face twisted in panic and foreboding horror.
One word, she gasped.
He took her face in his hands, looking in her eyes.
"What?" He asked.
"She is going to kill herself. I – I – I have to go!"
He sat back. He crossed his arms. He would not go.
"Jasper!" She cried in torment.
He shook his head, "No, we promised."
Her opaque eyes, black and dangerous, flashed once, screaming at him in protest. "He still loves her. If he knew, he would-"
"Go by yourself. I'll have none of it."
She gasped, and left, moving so fast she all but disappeared. She would be on the next plane to Seattle, Washington. She would soon see Bella; she would soon see her best friend. If her best friend would still have her.
He let his head fall back on the chair in defeat. He ran his hands through his hair. He knew it was wrong. He knew he should go with her. But he could not. It was entirely his fault. The sadness of his family, the scars Bella had. The shattered emotions of his brother. The fact that his family could hardly bear to all be in the same room together.
It was his fault. And he knew it.
His own lucid fault.
If you have read any of my recent stories, you know that I am recommending one-shots in the one-shots that I write, and Repentance by Saiyachick is the one I am recommending.