When he grew too tried to run, he jogged. When he grew too tired to jog, he walked. When he grew too tired to walk, he chanted. When he entered the empty house, he trodded up to his dark, scarlet room and stood before the bed he had kissed Edward upon, not even twelve hours ago. The bed that his white knight had saved him from, time and time again.
Jasper slid himself beneath it.
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