I own nothing.
"Do you blame me?" Jasper's eyes never reach mine, but I can still see his "pain."
His eyes are fierce, and he's wallowing in self-pity.
I resent him.
He does not deserve a pity party.
None of us do.
What do I say? Yes, why couldn't you control yourself better.
"It wasn't your fault." Another lie. What's one more? I've already told one to protect him, what will one more do.
"I'm sorry," he says it loudly, as if trying to convince me. "I didn't mean too."
He never does. He treats them all the same.
He's pumping out regret, and sorrow, yet I don't care.
I search for Bella.
My eyes lock, and Jasper falls away.
Maybe this is why the divorce rate is so high.
People just stop bending.
But we don't break, we bend.
Flashes of lavender pillow cases, and soggy towels invade.
Bella is laying on her bedroom floor, and a hysterical cry escapes her lips.
The scene shatters any trust I may have in Edward.
He broke her.