A/N: Happy Birthday, Silvertwi! I thought you might enjoy a little JPOV from This Boy.
Thank you, SorceressCirce, for providing the prompts and beta’ing.
As ever, I do not own Twilight.
I can feel him before I see him, even all the way across the room. He’s dancing with Seth. The sight of them together is like a knife to my heart – even though I’m here with Peter.
Still, I can’t shake the feeling that fate brought us to this place tonight, though I am at a loss as to what to do.
Edward isn’t mine anymore.
My heart aches, and I feel as if I’m drowning. I struggle to keep myself from falling apart, to keep Peter from knowing that it isn’t his arms I want around me.
I flinch as I hear him call out, but I keep walking. I can’t stay here, can’t fall apart here.
Part of me doesn’t think he could ever want me or forgive me, not after seeing me with Peter. After what I had allowed him to do.
It’s easier to just walk away.
Yet I can’t seem to get body to move right, and I know that part of me is hoping.
I reach my car, and I stop, allowing him to catch up.
Suddenly he’s so close, yet it feels as if he’s miles out of my reach.
“I love you, too, Jasper.”
My eyes flicker between his, searching for confirmation. I’ve wanted to hear him say it for so long that I can’t be sure of what I hear.
I need to see it in his eyes – they are always so expressive, his emotions so plain for me to see, though I was the only person he ever allowed in. And when I see his words so clearly reflected there, I know.
I frown, biting my lip as I wonder if I dare put my heart on the line again. For him, I can.
“Please come home?”
He’s coming home!
The anticipation of what I know will come once we get there is enough to have me squirming in my seat as I drive, though I try to hide it.
I know that, this time, things will be different. This time, we will make it.
We have to. I don’t think I could survive him leaving again.
It broke my heart last time. I know Edward’ll help put the pieces together again – I can see it in his eyes, feel it in his touch.
I can tell he’s broken, too – can see the anguish in his eyes.
I grip him tight as I still against him, the pure bliss of the moment overtaking me. I let my head tip back, my eyes closed as I hold on to it.
To be with him again, to feel him as he comes, to know that it was me that got him there… It fills me with a sense of peace, of joy.
I feel whole again. Serene for the first time in months.
For the first time since he walked out our door.
Opening my eyes slowly, I see his brilliant smile and I can’t help but return it.