Jasper always read and heard about people becoming numb to this kind of pain, but he wasn’t so lucky. But instead, she stepped forward with teary eyes. Ok XXX And then he’d fall asleep, sticky and empty. He had to sit at his own table Sophomore year, exiled from his usual spot at Edward’s side. He had nothing. Jasper hated Bella most because he had no logical reason to. Jasper’s active imagination aided him in believing that his hands traveled trails of Edward’s creation. Jasper furrowed his brow at them, tilted his head and pondered their meaning. He’d heard the whispers around the house that floated to his ears like an evil, hissed chanting. For the longest time, Jasper could not eat or sleep or walk outside without knowing Edward’s immediate whereabouts.
