Stephenie Meyer owns all of the rights, obviously.
For three days, I had waited anxiously. I spoke in a rushed voice to Alice over the phone. It was never enough. I didn't know if she really was going to return.
It was three days of hell. More hell than what it had been when I had been changed. I would have taken those three days and done them all over again for the rest of my damned life if it meant I would never have to worry about losing Alice ever again.
They were coming home. I knew it. Alice had called and let me know. I felt so victorious - as if I had been in Italy myself. As if I had something to do with Edward's return. We all knew, including Rose, that Bella was the reason that Alice and Edward were returning to our family alive and whole.
We owed Bella so very much. I still felt so guilty about how I had acted at her birthday party. I knew that she wouldn't want me to apologize. I could hear her excuses in my head, her voice a perfect echo of what I remembered.
In the Seattle airport, I hung by a pillar alone. My parents - Carlisle and Esme - stood to themselves, near Emmett and Rose. I could feel their emotions very clearly over here and it was very overwhelming. They were all radiating joy - joy their children and brother and sisters were returning. Rose was also radiating remorse. I could only assume that it was from telling Edward faulty information that almost caused him to take his own life.
And then, there they were.
I had seen enough films to know that in a really cheesy reunion, everything moved in slow motion and the sappy music played and it was just so overdone.
When I saw Alice, that's exactly what happened. In my head some cheesy, slow moving love song started to play. It almost clicked; it fit perfectly. My emotions soared. I was so happy. And time seemed to stop moving.
In all honesty, I knew why Edward had gone to Italy. If anything had happened to Alice... I would have followed in her footsteps. No matter what she would want from me, no matter what Carlisle or Esme would want from me, I would go and demand to die. I would have done exactly what Edward did and I don't even regret thinking that way. I loved Alice more than I ever knew I could love.
She stood in front of me, unmoving. I searched her eyes, her face. I soaked in every little movement and every little thing about her. I loved her so much and I would never let her go. She was my world.
Alice and I didn't need to touch or hug each other. We could just feel the love. We knew how we felt. It was a good, happy, safe feeling.
Alice was home.
Peace was restored in my world.
"Would you like to go home now, Ma'am?" I asked Alice. And with a swift motion, she took my arm and we set off after our family.