She leans against my desk, hands folded over her stomach.
Despite my mood, I can't help but smile at the sight. That is, until I look in her eyes.
She sighs, brushing hair out of my face with a small smile. "Talk to me, Jasper."
So I do.
I've bottled it up inside and am at the point where I just need to talk to someone about it. I just can't bring myself to do so with Edward, afraid that he'll confirm my fears.
She listens patiently – without interruption – until I've gotten everything off my chest.
She sighs. "Oh, Jazz..."
Thursday, July 14, 2011
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Good sister that Rosalie, made him talk about his fears...he needed that.
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