You'll See

Okay, I'm beginning to hate ideas that won't go away. I wrote this Saturday while we had a cookout. Very short, but could be a good story.





Prologue
“What am I doing here?” he asked, stunned at my presence, as well as his own.
“You’ve come to live with me,” I replied simply. His golden eyes widened.
“Why would I do something like that?”
“…Because I love you.”
“I’m a monster. I hurt you. How could you love me?”
“You’ve had an injury. You’re not yourself. Come lie down.” He backed away slowly, intent on escaping, but I was by his side in an instant.
“What happened?”
“To you or to me?” His golden gaze left my own, his golden hair falling to hide it.
“Both,” he murmured.
“Well, you were in an accident. You crossed the treaty line, and one of the more temperamental wolves got you.”
“Which one?”
“Paul.”
“What happened to you?”
“I followed you and got in the middle of the fight.”
“But what happened?”
“You bit me while I was trying to save you. My blood seemed to help, so I didn’t mind.”
“So…I did this to you? I condemned you to this life?”
“You didn’t condemn me. I love you, Jasper.”
“Don’t say that,” he growled.
“Why?”
“I don’t deserve love.”
“That way of thinking is exactly why you need it.”
“Everyone I love leaves me. Why would you be any different?”
“Because I am, and I’m not going anywhere.”
“I don’t believe you.” I shrugged in feigned indifference, even though he could feel my emotions anyway.
“You don’t have to believe me. Just go lie down.”
“I don’t need rest.”
“After that injury, you do. I don’t care what you think. Go lay down. Now.” There was a hint of threat in my voice. He frowned, but complied.
“Why do you say I didn’t condemn you?” he asked from the bed.
“As long as you’re here, I’ll be fine.” I could practically feel his anger and disbelief at my words, but it didn’t bother me. In time, he would see. Oh, yes, he would see.