Edward POV
I close my eyes and count to ten.
I'm dreaming-right?
I open my eyes, wishing to wake up, and be in my bedroom. Safe and sound.
Nothing's changed.
I'm still surrounded by woodland. Trees covered with squishy green gloop; leaves that squelch, and hidden puddles of mud and more gloop. Shadows that taunt you with their spookiness.
I glance at Rosalie.
She's a wreck. A nervous wreck.
Me? I'm still in shock.
"Rose…" I whisper. My voice cracking as I see the fear in her face. I continue my unfinished sentence in the same cracked, whispery, fearful tone.
"Rose…are you ok?"
She manages to muster a look that, of course, shouts 'stupid question' in every direction.
Huh. Now that I think about it, it's a bit of a n-brainer question.
I mean, what was she going to answer?
Nah, Eddy, I'm fine, don't worry about me. I'll just sit here contemplating my existence and my upcoming inevitable death.
Duh!
We both stand in silence, not wanting to disturb the other's thoughts, but wishing that the awkward silence would end.
W…Wait. How DID Rosalie know that we are going to die?
"Rose, why are we going to die?"
"I'm…not…really…sure…"
"Well, how DO you know?" I ask with a hint of suspicion in my voice.
"I…It's about Jasper."
"Yes…carry on."
"A…And Carlisle."
"Ok then."
"E…Eddy. J…J…Jaz…Jasper's d…dead."
(A/N. HA HA! Supreme cliff-hanger. You'll just have to wait until next chapter to find out what's happened.)