Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight

Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight.

Author's Note: I thought I try a quick Jasper/Alice fic, just for fun. Inspired by the song 'Falling in Love' by Falling Up.

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Jasper Cullen

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Her visions may not be entirely flawless. She might not be the tallest girl on the block. And sometimes her excessive need to shop can drive you to near insanity. But that's why I love her.

It's what she's not. And what she is. That's what I fell in love with.

Those tiny flaws that create and shape her character are what have always drawn me closer to her. Even with her struggles, I have yet to meet a girl- no, anyone- who is more optimistic about everything.

Her power could be failing, the world could be falling apart, everything we have ever worked for could be crumbling before us, but there she is, standing front and center. She's panicked on the inside- I know this-, but on the outside, she calm and collected. Radiating what assets she has to offer. In particular, her constant hope and faith.

Yes, hope.

Our first meeting had been built on hope. Hope that I would arrive at that certain diner and meet my best friend. My wife. My everything. My dear Alice.

Her hope kept her waiting everyday for me, finally paying off in the end.

And we were together at last.

Faith continued after we met- and would continue for as long as I've known her. It began to rub off on me. Pushing me through my darkest days, when I felt as though this monster, that I had been force into, would consume what I had left of a soul. If I did even have a part of a soul left.

When the hunger grew, so did her trust that I could fight it off. She prayed with me for the change I so desperately wished for. To not thirst for human blood. To not be the nightmarish monster that we both are. She had found her way through the nightmare to the morning, it was only a matter of time before I succeeded too.

I was nearly there, closer than many would ever hope to be. The beginning was hell; I was virtually at the Earth's soil now.

Glancing up, I caught a glimpse of short, little legs prancing by, as she went to retrieve Bella, who was waiting patiently at the front door. Each step was in rhythm with the nonexistence heartbeat I always imagined her having. Because a girl like that must have a heart; it won't be right for her to be denied one.

And gratefully, I know she has one.

She has a heart that doesn't beat, but it doesn't sit still either.

Her heart is with me.

As I move and travel about, her heart comes with me, beating its nonexistence beats. Reminding me of the hope and love she has for me. It keeps me going- keeps me existing- when she is far off.

Without her I would have succumbed to the hunger. The world's emotions would have overwhelmed and devoured me. I would have been consumed by the monster that I am.

She has saved me.

She is my hope.

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Author's Note: So, really quick, huh? I just thought I try another character besides the usual.