"Do you want to go hunting?" Jasper's quiet voice broke through the silence in our room, in the whole house. I had been sifting silently through the future, growing more melancholy with every passing second as nothing promising was showing up. His face was very calm and smooth - too calm. I knew what that meant.

Jasper asked to go hunting whenever everyone else's feelings were just too heavy for him to deal with - which was to say, about every thirty-six hours or so since the birthday party. My eyes had never been so light.

"Of course," I answered, rising gracefully from the bed and taking his hand.

Today was like any other day since the day we left Forks. Edward, I could see, was who knows where, staring blankly at nothing in some house he had broken into, hands clasped tightly over knees brought up to his chest. Esme was here in Tanya's house, downstairs, also staring at nothing, Carlisle comforting her silently but grieving as well. Even Rosalie was upset, scowling blackly most of the time.

I didn't know why we even came to Denali - it wasn't like Tanya or her family was helping us recover from the double loss of both Edward and Bella, and, in the few days since we'd been here, Jasper had already noticed the Denalis once-happy emotional climate slowly deteriorate.

Because of all the anguish, Jasper hated it at the house. I didn't like it either - the depressing atmosphere was bad enough, but it was made all the worse because I couldn't see a break from it in the near future. He wanted to spend as much time as possible away from it, and I was only too happy to comply.

The sun was shining weakly through the clouds, and our skin was sparkling dully as we ran. The sparkling was like all of our actions since September - halfhearted and tepid.

Then I caught the scent of the animal - a bear, it sounded like, lumbering slowly through the underbrush. The footsteps stopped, a snuffling noise starting.

I stalked the bear, weaving silently through the underbrush. Jasper was at my side, his hand still clasped tightly in mine. The bear was in a small clearing, pawing at a bush.

I prepared to pounce on it, crouching into a position that would allow me to spring, catching it completely off guard. Then, just as I was about to jump onto its back, I saw it.

It was a vision.

They were always in my head, of course, random flickers of other people's business that I rarely paid attention to - I didn't have an interest in what that man was doing for his fortieth wedding anniversary, or what the weather would be like in Taiwan next Thursday at noon. But this one came to the center of my brain, and stronger than usual, which meant that it was either something I was concentrating on, which wasn't the case, or it was someone or something that I was already very attuned to. Years of watching out for my family had made visions regarding them come straight to the center of my mind.

So that would mean, I thought as the vision focused, that it was my family, and I suddenly felt a stab of fear. Jasper tensed at my side, but I ignored him. Was it Edward? Had something happened? Or was it Esme, had she finally snapped, or - or -

Or Bella. I recognized her figure with a wave of shock, the human who I had seen join our family but never would. According to Edward, anyway. I knew, of course, that he wouldn't be able to stay away for too awfully long, but so far he had surprised me. I was sad, of course, and grieved just as much as Esme, but there was nothing I could do; I agreed wholeheartedly that we weren't any good for Bella, but I didn't agree that we should leave. Anyone could see she loved Edward so much that this separation would hurt her for longer than Edward could have stood. I would have - tried to - tell him that right from the start, but he wouldn't listen to me.

And then there was the fact that without my foolishness in forcing Bella to have the party, none of this would ever have happened.

I had felt more than a little guilty about it afterward. I had, after all, pushed her into a huge extravaganza. If I hadn't done it, she would never have given herself the paper cut, and right now we would still be happily living in Forks. I would have, of course, warned Edward about it, had I seen it coming, but I hadn't seen it until a few seconds before it happened.

Jasper knew that I had struggled with the guilt - and not only guilt, but anger at Edward, pain at the loss of Bella, and fear for what might happen if Edward didn't come to his sense soon - for a long time, and every time Jasper felt the emotions creeping back, he would force them to retreat. In the beginning that had been relief, but after time I just wanted to feel - I wanted to feel guilty like I knew I should. Finally, I had lost my temper one night and shouted at him - I had apologized, of course, but he had never tampered with my feelings since.

Now, watching Bella on the cliff, the promise I had made to Edward began prickling at my conscience, but not for long. What I had promised, after all, was to not interfere, and to not be looking for her future. He had said nothing - and I had therefore promised nothing - about what came to me automatically. And besides, I couldn't just leave off the vision now. I had to know what happened, didn't I?

The vision of Bella, the one happening now, was fuzzy around the edges at first, but became clearer as I concentrated on it. She was standing on what appeared to be a cliff, a rocky outcropping whose drop seemed to consist of maybe a hundred feet. The ocean was broiling beneath her, and crashing against the rocks with such ferocity that it was obvious a storm was brewing - to further prove this theory, the sky was a funny color; gray clouds that had an eerie greenish tint that looked like a layer of cotton covered the sky.

I wondered where Bella was, a place that I didn't recognize, but I realized it almost immediately; the only place that was easily accessible to Bella that I hadn't gone was La Push; that was where she must be.

I was so distracted by the vision that I forgot to pounce on the unfortunate bear; Jasper's curiosity grew more pronounced, but still I ignored him, too engrossed with what was going on. A split second later, though, he realized what was going on, and relaxed. He knew the only thing to do was wait. I would tell him what I had seen when I was ready.

Bella was standing lightly on the edge of the cliff, an inch or two from the edge. Her expression was somber, but yet strangely content. There were bags under her eyes, like she hadn't been sleeping well, and she'd lost weight. It made her look too skinny, as she'd already been thin. She leaned forward slightly, onto the balls of her feet, and I realized what she was about to do, a millisecond before it happened. Her eyes were closed, and she smiled slightly, like she was listening to something pleasant. I heard my sharp gasp vaguely in the background; I saw, also, Jasper's patience dissolve into concern. But I was too absorbed in what was happening to pay much attention.

As I had feared, she jumped, throwing herself off the cliff. I heard her scream as she fell - it echoed eerily in my mind. That was one of the oddest parts of seeing visions - the sounds no one else could hear.

Her form went spiraling through the air until she hit the water feet first with a splash. Please come up, please come up, I begged silently to myself, but I knew that this wasn't that kind of jump. She didn't want to come up. Still, though, I watched the water, still boiling angrily, for her head to come bobbing up. But it didn't. I watched for two minutes, knowing that I was already pushing it for a normal human breath. She didn't surface. For three more minutes I continued to scan the water, but I knew that it was in vain.

Bella was dead. Bella had committed suicide. Bella was dead. Bella had committed suicide. The words kept echoing in my head, which was suddenly, for however brief a moment, devoid of all visions in my shock. I slowly opened my eyes, unwilling to face reality, and found myself looking into Jasper's anxious face.

"Alice? What did you see?"

I just shook my head slowly.

Bella was dead. I could barely grasp the concept. The wave of grief swept over me with such force that I felt myself sink sinuously to the ground. Jasper felt it as it crashed through my system, and immediately he was working to ease some of its burden, ignoring how much it annoyed me. I didn't try to stop him - I didn't want to feel this much pain. Yet, anyway.

Through the grief, which was like a thick blanket, smothering my logic and muffling all reasonable thought, I was angry. Angry at Edward, for leaving Bella in the first place. It was cruel, to stay for so long, to let her get used to him, to make promises he would break in the end, and then to leave. I knew that if Jasper left, if I thought that he no longer loved me, life would become unbearable. After a time, I, too, would probably find some way to end the hell my life would be. I doubted I would even be able to survive for as long as Bella had. So I could definitely identify with Bella's actions. But that didn't stop me from being angry at her too. It was so irresponsible! How could she have done that, have knowingly left Charlie and her mother, all her friends in Forks? Or us, too, for that matter. Especially Edward. Then, as I thought his name, I realized what he would do - how he would react. We couldn't tell him, but we didn't have a choice. If we didn't tell him voluntary, he would hear it in our thoughts sooner or later. We could not keep this from him forever, especially when he finally broke down, went home, and found her gone. His grief would be incomparable, inconsolable. He would be broken, devastated, overcome by the death of his soul mate. He would never be the same again.

Immediately, plans started forming in my mind. Though I knew we could not keep it from him forever, we could keep it for awhile. At least until he checked in again. It shouldn't be for a couple months, it had only been a few weeks since the last time.

I also realized that I must go. Break my promise, and go back to Forks. See what I could do for Charlie and the rest of the town. I couldn't just stay here, considering the fact that it was us leaving that brought her to suicide.

"Alice!" Jasper, very concerned now, shook my shoulder sharply, breaking through my thought processes. I opened my eyes slowly. "Alice, what is it? What did you see? Is everybody all right? Is Edward…"

"No," I murmured slowly. Jasper's eyes became wide with fright. "It is one of our family, but not Edward - thought it soon will be," I tried to explain, my thoughts still whirling out of control. This didn't help Jasper much. His impatience and panic became worse as he shook my shoulder again.

"Alice! Tell me now! Stop your riddles and tell me what happened!"

"It's - it's Bella," I admitted, and immediately Jasper's eyes narrowed.

"Alice, whatever's she's done, you can't interfere. You promised. She'll be all right. It won't help her to have you visiting her."

"No, she won't be all right!" I countered. "You don't understand! She committed suicide, Jasper! She jumped off a cliff! I have to go back, have to help Charlie!"

Jasper's expression became one of painful anguish; he, too, had cared for Bella. Then it smoothed, though I could still see the pain in his eyes.

"You still can't go back, Alice. Charlie will be fine without you. You promised everybody that you wouldn't interfere. Besides, do you really think it would help Charlie to see the reason why his daughter killed herself?"

I blanched at the harsh words. "No, it wouldn't help him, Jasper, but we can't just let him suffer alone! We need to show him that we do care about Bella, even though we were the cause of her death. We need to tell him we're sorry, even though that won't change anything."

Jasper was shaking his head before I was even finished. "Alice, believe me - going to Charlie would be the opposite of helpful to him. I know how human emotions work, Alice, and it would just make it worse for him. Just keep your promise to Edward, and stay here."

I thought through his argument for a moment, but it didn't convince me. I had to go, not just for Charlie's sake but for my own, I suddenly realized. I wanted to be at her funeral, even though it would hurt terribly.

"No, Jasper. I'm going."

He just shook his head.

"No," I repeated more forcefully. "I'm speaking to Carlisle, and then I'm going." And before he could protest any more, I was off through the trees.

I haven't decided yet whether this should be a oneshot or whether it should keep going. Review and tell me what you think, please!