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"Alice had a vision of Bella, and, she was jumping off of a cliff. I'm so sorry, Edward." I heard Rosalie's voice from out of my cell phone, and comprehended what she said perfectly; I just couldn't bring myself to believe it. I snapped the phone shut and stood motionless, a low growl building in my throat. On sudden impulse, I opened the phone again and quickly dialed Bella's number.
"Swan residence." A too familiar voice said from the other end. Jacob Black.
"Where's Charlie?" I tried as hard as I could to keep the obvious growl out of my voice.
"He's not here."
"Where is he?" I said, rage stacking up in my tone.
"He's at the funeral." The words rang through my head. At the funeral. At the funeral. I dropped my phone into the nearest garbage can and started to run. I could live without my Bella, my only love. I couldn't. Never. I veered suddenly, aiming my direction toward where I could find the Volturi. I couldn't live without her. I wouldn't.
