Alice's POV:

I can't see her future anymore. After the accident, I searched so hard my head began to hurt. There were only flickers, and then finally even they faded to black.

Bella is dying.

I recite a meaningless poem in my head, keeping my thoughts from Edward. He has enough to deal with for now. Eventually he will have to accept her death – but for now I won't tear the shreds of hope away from him.

It is my foolish wish to hold on to a few for myself.