MY SOULMATE IS A VAMPIRE

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"Feeling better after jumping off the cliff?" I asked as I devoured a homemade sandwhich in the campus park, while Jasper, who had just appeared after two days of disappearance, could only glare in disbelief when I said that.

"How did you find out?" Jasper asked.

I remained silent as I shook my shoulders, while my mouth was still busy munching on this delicious sandwich. Actually, after the incident, my father found out about my house. I decided to sell my house as soon as possible. With the help of Mary and Cameron's own family, the house was sold in just a few days.

As for me, I now live in one of the apartments, located quite far from the campus. It was sad to leave the house that had always been there for me. The house was where I always cried, but I also didn't want to see my father again.

"I didn't mean to kill myself," Jasper muttered.

I glanced at him; it seemed like he was really frustrated with his situation. Is it that bad? Again, I felt like I should be the one trying to jump off the cliff. Most likely, Elle would have seen me die and made Jasper stop me.

"I know that; you're not going to die anyway, are you?" I said this as I picked up my water bottle.

"Sorry," Jasper said.

I didn't know what else to say to calm him down. Guilt probably clouded his mind when he saw the small plaster covering the wound on my neck. Honestly, it was so painful. I don't know what reaction I was having. However, I certainly didn't want to feel it again.

"I know you just don't want me to go anymore," I muttered as I took Jasper's hand.

"Sorry, forgive me for being selfish," he said again.

I shook my head, still trying to make him run away from the guilt. "Jasper. You're in a difficult phase. You're wrong in every way," I said.

"But I shouldn't have done that," he said again.

"I got some pictures from Mr. George. Some of these pictures show you and me every time you meet. Somehow you always manage to find me, but it seems like this time you're just tired. You're tired of seeing me as a human with a threatening future because of your presence," I explained.

"However, not for me, Jasper. As Niel said, I will bring great change to your race, but that doesn't mean everything he said is true. Especially the sacrifices that would have to make to make me give up that great potential. He forgot that I have the right to make my own decisions to change this life I hold in my hands," I continued.

That explanation made Jasper stare at me for a little longer than usual. I wondered to myself if he was going to erase my memory so that I wouldn't remember anything about yesterday.

"Ethan's right, you're different from the others. You have plans and thoughts that threaten Mark to survive," Jasper muttered. Suddenly, I laughed awkwardly; it seemed like this problem was bigger than I expected.

He returned my grasp, pulling my hand and kissing the back of my hand. It was long enough for my hand to ache. "Are you, calmer now?" I asked.

Seeing him shake his head made me reflexively sigh quite roughly. "You make Elle's vision change and inaccurate; even your future can't be predicted by her. I'm just afraid of your mindset suddenly changing and making me hurt again," Jasper said.

"I promise I won't do it. I promise. I'm the one who should be scared; you can just erase my memory and all of our memories without saying a word. However, if things get complicated, and you're forced to choose, It would be better for you to do it, Jasper. It's better than killing yourself," I said. I'm not lying about my worry on this one; it feels like almost every moment this thought haunts me.

"Rosalie, why are you so sure that I'm going to leave you someday?" Jasper asked as he stroked the back of my hand.

"Because that's my gut feeling, and I can only pray and hope that it won't come true," I replied.

"Then you don't need to think about things like that. It will only create bad suggestions for both of us," Jasper said.

Jasper, shouldn't you look at the situation now? Chaotic because of my presence, I really have a feeling that this relationship will not last long and end in separation. Again, I thought.

"Why are you silent?" asked Jasper as he stroked my cheek lightly.

"No, I'm just a little confused about answering your question. Not all premonitions end up the way we feel. I'm sorry if my premonition made you uncomfortable," I said.

And I'm also sorry that I can't stop thinking about the possibilities of us going our separate ways, Jasper. I thought.

***

"Hello, Mom." It seems like the yellow tulips really belong on my mother's grave. After a long time of not visiting, I finally have here again, and now I have a million worries that I brought. If she were still alive, maybe she would be shaking her head to see my current chaotic life.

"Mom, I hope you're happy there. I'm still the same here, full of deep fear," I muttered as I placed the tulip in front of my mother's grave.

"What do you think I should do now? My college life is already better than perfect, as I imagined. I have a vampire boyfriend now, Mom. You wouldn't believe it, would you?" I muttered again.

I felt like crying; remembering the memory of laughing with him made me really want to go back in time and change the course of time. I wonder if Mom is still alive. Would Dad continue to behave this way? If Mom was still alive, would my world be this hard? What about the house that I need to confide in? Would Mom want to be my confidante?

"Well, Mom. There are many things I'm telling you in detail. However, it feels like there's going to be more than one romance novel. I wonder if you can still see me growing from up there," I muttered again.

My tears finally fell too; my longing for Mom had exceeded its limits. Especially with the messy situation lately, I keep thinking about what to do. The assassination attempt, the attempt to turn me into a vampire. What a funny life!

"Mom, if you could hear all my complaints, would you be willing to come into my dreams? Bombard me one more time, Mom. Tell me what steps I should take, other than suicide," I muttered again.

While praying in front of my mother's grave, I heard a scream from quite far away. When I turned my head, I could see a group of men pointing at me. In front of them was my father, who was lying limp with wounds all over his body. As I suspected, they were all debt collectors.

"I heard that this old fart goes to a prestigious university. Judging from your face, you seem to be a good match for my mistress," she said.

Mom, can you talk to God? I'm tired of dad's attitude, I thought.