A/N: Hey guys, I just want to say two things: First of all, thanks to all who have been reading ANL, I'm much honored to have readers who are waiting patiently and enthusiastically for the end of it. Second, these little pieces will only be my escape from time to time or when I feel inspired to write about a nagging thought. They'll probably be anywhere from 100-500 words long. Hope you like them and if you have any thoughts or questions just PM me, okay? Enjoy. --LBB
Disclaimer: All characters belong to Stephenie Meyer, author of the Twilight series, not to me.
Vision
Pairing: Alice/Jasper
Rated: K+
She sits there with her husband's light hold on her shoulder, the calmness seeping gently out of him doing nothing to calm her nerves. She feels as if it's her own heart thundering against her ribcage painfully every time the waves smash against the shore.
"Alice," he whispers soothingly, spreading his thin fingers even more over her small shoulder.
She shudders at his soft tone, wishing that someone would use the tone she deserves. That someone would strike her; bring her to her knees with a blow just as powerful as the one Bella had received. Anything would suffice as long as she felt an inch of what her best friend, her sister was feeling.
"I couldn't stop him," she murmurs. "I knew it was going to happen and I did not stop him."
"You couldn't," he argues. "No one could, you know him."
Alice shakes her head slowly. "She doesn't deserve this."
"Neither of them does."
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