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Since that incident, Jasper has never followed me again. Maybe he's embarrassed? But that's good for me. I'm free now, but somehow it feels like something is missing. Jasper himself has not been seen on campus for two days since the incident; even some lecturers have asked me about Jasper's absence.
I myself feel lost; I know it's strange. However, somehow, being around him makes me feel comfortable. Even though he is sometimes annoying, he is very attentive to me. I have to admit that I really like his beautiful eyes. It feels like if I stare at his eyes, there's a deep calmness in them.
I stare at the claw wound on my arm that is still wrapped in plaster. It was Jasper's doing when he told me he loved me. After that, he moved away from me and went back to the way he was before. To his flat and cold demeanour. He apologized to me for what happened that day. When he wanted to hold my arm, his fingernails actually scratched my skin and drew blood.
Although it was only a little, it seemed to affect him. The colour of his eyes turned red, and his demeanour was also strange. Just like the first time I saw him down the street. Did he disappear because of that incident? Did he stay away because he saw my blood? It looks like I made a big mistake.
Actually, I don't have class today; it's just that I want to return the book I borrowed from the campus library. After that, I went back home to do some assignments and relax, but my eyes saw a familiar figure right in front of my door.
"Jasper?" I muttered. I could see the man who disappeared for two days smiling at me as he walked over.
"Where have you been? Many lecturers are looking for you," I said, looking back into his eyes. Already back to Hazel's colours, how many colours did he actually have in his eyes?
"I was just on leave; I'm here to apologize for the last incident. I accidentally got you hurt," he said.
"I understand; the wound wasn't that bad either. I've treated it," I said as I showed him my arm.
Jasper didn't flinch; he looked at the plaster on my hand with an expression I couldn't understand. Like pity, but more of a concerned expression. "You haven't answered my question; where have you been?" I asked.
I asked this not out of concern for him, but rather because of the lecturers who urged me to look for him. It was annoying when they said that I was his partner, even though it was clear that we had no relationship at all. However, Jasper didn't answer; he kept coming closer and grabbed my hand. He guided it to his broad chest, and I panicked myself. What's wrong with him? Why is he so weirded lately?
"Do you feel a heartbeat?" he asked as he looked down.
I looked at my palm pressed against his chest, covered with a light blue sweater. I didn't get a heartbeat there at all; for a split second, I looked at his face. His expression looked very sad. Was he in trouble because his identity was known by a human like me?
"Jasper, I can't feel anything," I said.
Jasper nodded; he let go of my hand. "Rosalie, I'm not like you. I'm not like other living things; I'm like a monster. I often kill humans."
"Jasper. I don't know your real background. What is wrong with you?" I was upset. It seems like my emotions have been running high lately.
He pulled my hand back, placing it against his cheek. I could feel the temperature of his skin, cold as snow. So why was I able to feel his skin as warm as human skin before?
"Rosalie, do you want to know why I didn't kill you that night?" he asked.
I don't know why I nodded; he could have easily killed me, couldn't he? I still wondered what made her not choose that option and why it concerned her life.
"Rosalie, our race is different from humans. We only have one mate for our lifetime; sometimes we get two. However, one of them has to reject it," Jasper explained.
I immediately understood what he was saying; I had read several novels that explained this. However, why is he telling me this? Am I the dead guy? Oh, gosh, that's impossible, isn't it?
"That night, when I stood before you, your green eyes were like emerald stones that shone brightly in the streetlight. I couldn't smell your blood, not like a normal human. You were different; I smelled something else from you. The smell we know as the smell of mate," Jasper said.
He tightened his grip on my hand, kissed it, and then let go. While I was still rooted to the spot, Jasper was now confessing that I was his dead body. His lifelong partner is me, a human. Gosh, did I just step into a novel?
"Jasper, I'm a human. There's no way I can live forever like you," I said.
"Rosalie, I don't care where you come from. Or you can't live forever with me; I'll wait for you to reincarnate," he said.
I was speechless as he stepped forward, embraced me, and gently stroked my blonde hair. Damn it, I don't know what I was thinking. I returned his embrace, burying my head in his broad chest. It felt like the hug he gave me gave me a million comforts.
"I know that for you, all of this is too much of a fantasy. But you need to know that I'm not joking," Jasper said, not letting go of his hug at all. While I didn't answer him, Jasper's body odor was intoxicating. I don't want to let go of this hug; it's weird. I've never felt anything like this in my entire life—a sense of comfort in someone I've only been close to for about five days.
It's not fair; I don't want to lose him again. Is this the so-called bond of love? Am I in love with him now? My heartbeat was getting crazier as I thought of these crazy possibilities. I think Jasper can hear it; why isn't he laughing at all?
"It's funny; we've been together for almost four years. One class in college, all that time you didn't notice anything? Why now, all of a sudden?" I spoke.
"We were never close, Rosalie. Not until that night, you were the only one who avoided me because you thought I was a playboy. I'm sorry if I—"
"You don't have to apologize; you and I both didn't know this was going to happen. Fate said otherwise," I said.
During the hug, I could see the direction of my house. For some reason, I felt that someone was watching the two of us, observing us with an evil gaze. However, it seemed to be just a feeling, but I kept feeling it until I was forced to let go of our embrace. Unfortunately, I couldn't find anything; it seemed to be just my feelings.
"What's wrong, Rosalie?" asked Jasper.
"No, I feel like someone else is watching us from inside the house. But the key is still with me; maybe it's just my feelings," I said as I returned to his embrace.
Jasper, I will make you feel what I feel.
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