A/N: Treading water is no longer an option. When a handsome stranger intervenes, will brokenhearted Jasper sink or swim?
This story was my written for the "In The Closet" Contest (www.fanfiction.net/u/2424392/intheclosetcontest). Rated PG-13. Jasper/Edward slash. Thanks to my lovely beta, TwilightMundi, for editing this story.
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I drove in silence as I raced north on route 95.
I wasn't sure exactly where I was headed. I suppose it didn't matter.
It was cold, raw, a Thursday in March that should have been unremarkable, and probably was to the majority of the world. But for me, it was the day after my make-believe world came crashing down.
To be fair, it was my own fault. But telling a heart not to love is not an easy matter.
And so I drove as quickly as I dared, away from home, away from my stupidity and delusions, and away from him. I had to find me. Somewhere along the way, I'd gotten completely lost.