Rosalie
She used to play the piano. She doesn't think he knows, she doesn't think she want him to know. She tries her best to ignore the crippling allure of the ivory keys as his fingers skit over them, stalks from the room once he gets too loud, pretending it's because she can't concentrate. Well, she can't, and it is on account of the music, only not quite the way they think. Sometimes when he's gone, she creeps in and softly teases melody of the keys, each movement almost furtive, as though, even states away, he knows the way she's stealing.
Kate
Is she too obvious? she wonders. Is she too far removed from the way she was before to be anything but blatantly obvious? She hopes not. And as she watches the girl's face she doesn't think she is, but she doesn't stop worrying. The blonde's eyes are fixed on Tanya. How typical. Tanya is like that all the time, she wonders if the girl has clocked that yet. Obviously not. The contempt in her eyes says it all. It is Kate who has changed, beyond all recognition, and if they weren't so wrapped up in themselves they might see it.
Bella
She lies curled up on her side, blissfully unconscious, unaware of the arguments raging round her. The Cullen/Hale divide, literally. She knows nothing of them, but they know her.
'No,' states one of them, the pretty one, blonde and breathtaking and utterly determined.
The twin stands with her, but wavering, the two facing off against their respective loves, neither of whom are quite sure what they ought to be saying.
It is a shame that the only two who have opinions are the ones who hate each other most anyway.
'Yes,'" he says, and it's over. He always wins.
Rosalie
It's a maze, this place. And she's lost. And she can't remember the trick, realises that's because there is no trick. Nothing works. Magic. Unnatural. Inhuman. What did she expect? It is laughable almost, the way she keeps on running, hand to the left, following invisible pathways that might be there if only she wishes hard enough. Hand to the left, hand to the left. Or is it the right? Is she slowly losing her mind, like she's losing her way? She doesn't know. She's lost in this maze of hearts and minds. Trouble is, she doesn't know it yet.
Alice
They dance round, careful feet in ballet slippers, skipping on the ice. They know it all, and it cuts them to the quick. They think they know it all, and sometimes that hurts more. They know nothing, and even that's better than everything. Because when they know everything, they have no excuse - every consequence is spread before their eyes.
She was born to be a dancer, he realises. And he? Well, he was not. Every step she takes, he is just behind. He's steadily falling farther away from her and he wonders if she'll stop twirling long enough to notice.
