Jackson Rathbone

I don't own a thing.


"Just go, Edward."

Pain shot through Bella's gasp into Edward's stone chest, echoing there as he tried to back away. The pain quickened like a dull surrogate heartbeat until it crumbled in the furnace of his anger. A trivial memory was tugging stray thoughts away from Bella's clear agony, and for once, Edward cursed his inhuman distractibility. Each fluttery tug at the edges of his mind seemed to scream that his soul was monstrously insensitive, that her simple, pure humanity would choke on his toxicity.

The persistence of the memory tugs told Edward that he was a monster,...

Sierra dragged me behind a few trees to a meadow. I sat on the log and had sudden Déjà vu. This looks exactly like Edward’s meadow. Everything looks the same down to the very last flower. “You have déjà vu. I can tell. I fell in love with your brother’s meadow so when we passed here a few months ago I found this place and turned it into an exact replica.” “When did you see Edward’s meadow?” “When I followed you and Jasper. I wanted to see what a real family looked like. So I followed you. I’m so sorry if I upset you. It’s just that I wanted a family too. And this is...