Never Forget-Prologue
Summary: I know I shouldn't be here. I should be at home, sleeping, not in this abandoned old factory. You would disapprove, I know, because this was the last place you were seen. But I just couldn't keep away... Bit by cruddy bit, I crumbled without you. All I'm asking is that you come home. Please. But for all I know, you could be dead. Or wounded. Or hungry. Even if I never get the chance to tell you this one last time, I will always love you. Never forget what you had-and what you could have. Ali.
Alice's POV
I woke with a start. Then the clanging came again. I slid out from under my covers and collapsed next to my window.
Across the street, Jasper was pulling his bike from his garage. I watched him wipe off his jeans, only to dirty them again when he climbed back onto the motorcycle.
And then it occurred to me that it was late. I glanced at the clock across the room. Late as in 3 AM.
I rolled my eyes, but my heart thumped as he pulled out of his driveway.
I watched him go down the street through the rain, my eyes glued to him, until he turned the street corner. And I couldn't see him any longer.
Sighing, I clambered back to my bed, thinking only of the dreams that awaited me.
The next morning was a blur.
I could hardly believe it when I had walked down the steps into the kitchen, and was greeted with a newspaper headline:
MISSING TEEN. BELIEVED RUNAWAY.
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