Alice Pov

I giggled at Jasper, who was trying to shove more Doritos in his mouth than Emmett could (and failing miserably. Suddenly, my phone vibrated in my back pocket, so I stepped out of the room to answer. "Hello?"

"Alice…" It was Seth Clearwater. His voice was altered; it wasn't the same, happy tone that it usually was. "Can you come pick me up?"

"Sure, Seth… Where are you?"

"I'm at Mom and D-Dad's," he explained. I heard him heave a sigh.

"Alright. I'll be over there soon." I hung up, then hopped into my car and drove to the disastrous site.

The house wasn't even a house anymore. All that was left was chunks of wood and glass tossed around the place, remains of what used to be furniture and memories, and lots of dust and rubble. I got out of my car, taking a mental picture to later soak everything in, and then walked around until I found Seth.

I nearly broke down in tears when I saw him. He was sitting on what looked like a bit of the completely dismantled couch. Various parts of his hair and clothing were singed, and his sweaty cheeks and other areas of exposed skin were clouded in a layer of soot and scratches. He was looking at the dirt with an interest that I didn't understand. I moved to sit next to him, and yearned to comfort him.

"What parts of you got hurt?" I asked. I put a gentle hand on his shoulder, watching his face.

"None, really," he muttered. It shattered my heart to see his gentle brown eyes touch the ground, beginning to shine with salt water tears. I reached out to his face, attempting to wipe the soot from his bronze cheek, tears falling down my cheek in the process.

He moved under my hands, bending down. He sat back up with a dirty picture held gently between his thumb and index finger, the edges burned off the sepia tone: a picture of his parents, Harry and Sue Clearwater, who died not too long ago, both from heart attacks. Seth looked around again; quiet, as I silently begged for a miracle to happen. He closed his eyes for a moment, and then opened them, the warm, brown circles staring back at my coal black ones.

"Does God hate me?" he asked.

"Seth…" I couldn't help that my voice cracked when I spoke. I felt so bad for this boy… "Why would he hate you?"

"I'm not sure…" he sighed, looking at the picture. "He took my parents from me… My sister from me…" Leah Clearwater. I shuddered at the image of the car accident she had gotten into not 2 months ago… "He took the two girls I love and gave them to other people. Now, he took my home…"

I began to sob. I hugged him, clutching him to my chest. I didn't know what I could do about this… I could have Edward and Emmett to rebuild the place… Seth wouldn't know the difference. As long as he had a place to stay, he'd forget about it overtime. What made me feel even more guilty was that, the two girls he loved, were my niece, Renesmee, and I, and we were with Jacob and Jasper. It broke my heart to know that I was breaking his…

For some reason, Seth wasn't crying.

I pulled back, looking at his face. "Why aren't you crying?"

He sighed, and then got up, tracing random patterns with his toe into the rubble. "This doesn't matter… This is something that I don't need to cry over. I know I have multiple places to stay…" He went quiet.

I smiled slightly, and then stood up. "You can stay at our house as long as you like." I stretched up to gently peck his soft, pink lips, and then walked to the car. I reached over and opened the passenger door for him, but he didn't follow me.

I looked back of the carcass of the Clearwater home, where the soot covered teenager stood, his beam matching the one I held on my face.