Чему бы жизнь нас не учила, а сердце верит в чудеса. (с)
Совершенно офегительный, заботливый и любящий Джаспер и Элис, которую он поддерживает:
Alice released my shoulders, and knelt at my side, her tiny thigh pressed against mine on the sodden grass. She ran her fingers lightly over the inscription, anger surging as she reached the word beloved. I wanted to calm her. I wanted to take her in my arms, and numb the pain away. But I knew she wasn't ready for that, so I clenched my jaw and closed my eyes, taking a deep breath of the humid air to calm myself so that I would be steady when she needed me.
After a moment, I felt her cool hand on my cheek. "I'm sorry," she whispered. "This must be awful for you, feeling all this."
"It's not about me," I told her, opening my eyes and looking in to hers.
"Thank you," she murmured, turning back to the headstone. "For letting me feel this. I know it's hard for you to let me hurt…I needed this."
"I know." My hand found the small of her back and she leaned slightly into my touch.
А тут безумно жалко Элис, а все Каллены такие заботливые. И тут Эдвард получился чудесным.:
“Alice!” someone is shouting, but I’m fighting the oppression of the pull. “Alice!”
My eyes snap open and everything comes into focus, making my erratic movements lessen and then cease all together.
I’m lying on my back, on the wooden floor of the living room, staring up at the concerned faces of my family. Jasper is pinning my right arm to the floor, and he’s calming me down with every ragged rise and fall of my chest. Carlisle is holding onto my other arm, keeping it still, staring at me with worry etched all over his face. At my right ankle is Emmett, and at my left, Edward. Surrounding me are Esme, Rosalie, Bella, and Renesmee. The room is dead silent, save for the rasping of my forced breath- brought on by the subsiding panic and tension.
After a long moment, with Jasper sending waves of calm across me like a heavy but lulling tide, I stare at the ceiling, unblinking, trying to shake the feeling of unease that’s enveloped me.
Alice released my shoulders, and knelt at my side, her tiny thigh pressed against mine on the sodden grass. She ran her fingers lightly over the inscription, anger surging as she reached the word beloved. I wanted to calm her. I wanted to take her in my arms, and numb the pain away. But I knew she wasn't ready for that, so I clenched my jaw and closed my eyes, taking a deep breath of the humid air to calm myself so that I would be steady when she needed me.
After a moment, I felt her cool hand on my cheek. "I'm sorry," she whispered. "This must be awful for you, feeling all this."
"It's not about me," I told her, opening my eyes and looking in to hers.
"Thank you," she murmured, turning back to the headstone. "For letting me feel this. I know it's hard for you to let me hurt…I needed this."
"I know." My hand found the small of her back and she leaned slightly into my touch.
А тут безумно жалко Элис, а все Каллены такие заботливые. И тут Эдвард получился чудесным.:
“Alice!” someone is shouting, but I’m fighting the oppression of the pull. “Alice!”
My eyes snap open and everything comes into focus, making my erratic movements lessen and then cease all together.
I’m lying on my back, on the wooden floor of the living room, staring up at the concerned faces of my family. Jasper is pinning my right arm to the floor, and he’s calming me down with every ragged rise and fall of my chest. Carlisle is holding onto my other arm, keeping it still, staring at me with worry etched all over his face. At my right ankle is Emmett, and at my left, Edward. Surrounding me are Esme, Rosalie, Bella, and Renesmee. The room is dead silent, save for the rasping of my forced breath- brought on by the subsiding panic and tension.
After a long moment, with Jasper sending waves of calm across me like a heavy but lulling tide, I stare at the ceiling, unblinking, trying to shake the feeling of unease that’s enveloped me.