Jasper's POV
"What do you think?" Charlotte questioned me, bouncing excitedly out of the change rooms with a huge smile on her face. I could see Peter across the road at the car dealers, searching for the latest sports car. So I stayed with Charlotte; wrong choice. Are all girls the same when they shop or is it just charlotte and Alice? The way they shopped, the spinning around in pretty dresses and looking around for hours with a look on their face like a kid let loose in a candy store.
"It's beautiful." I said trying not to let her see how much it killed me to be here, shopping. I didn't want to take her fun away by my own selfish pity. She smiled at me as she disappeared into the change rooms once more. I sat back down on the sofa behind me. I gazed around the shop, but something caught my eye and it wasn't some pretty dress inside store it was the figure of a small, pale, beautiful woman standing on the other side of the road, standing so still, staring at me with a monotone expression. She was wearing a yellow dress that fitted tight around her chest and torso, at the waist it fell, the layers of soft loose fabric rippled in the wind, her short, black hair blowing gracefully but fiercely across her face. It was Alice. My heart would have stopped if I had one. It was Alice I was sure of it, though I have never seen someone so pale, even for a vampire; this scared me. For Alice was the most human of us all, she didn't suit such a bubbly, happy dress. She looked dead. That didn't matter for I couldn't take my eyes off her; she still was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen, ever loved. If I was capable of moving I would have ran to her, and I didn't care if any human saw me, I would run to her just to have one more moment with her before my eternity began without her.
"Jasper?" I whipped my head around at the sound of my name. Charlotte was standing there, head tilted slightly to the side, looking worried. "Are you ok?" Her frown deepened; if it was possible of us to get wrinkles she would have created an indented scar with that expression.
"I'm fine." I said, getting up from the couch and following behind her as she walked over to the counter with a pile of clothes. As she was talking to the lady at the checkout I dared to take a glace back outside, my eyes searched the street, through the glass windows of stores; but I saw nothing. She was gone; my Alice was gone...again. That struck me more than before I thought I was going crazy the first time I saw her; but now I guess this confirms it: I am psycho.
