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Rosalie POV

Dear Alice,

I stopped for the billionth time, pen in hand, unable to conjure up the right words. It wasn't that I didn't have anything I wanted to say to her; that wasn't the problem in the slightest. I had so much to say to her. I didn't even know where to begin, or even how to.

I knew the basics. I wanted to tell her I was sorry. I wanted to tell her that I never spent a day in Europe without thinking of our friendship. I wanted to tell her that I couldn't forget the look on her face when I yelled and screamed at her. I wanted to tell her that she was and always would be my best friend.

If only I could write everything I wanted to say to her down on paper. But it wasn't that simple. Life never seemed to be.

When I left Forks, I made a huge mess without any intention of ever cleaning it up. And here I was, trying to clean it up with my favorite pen and a piece of paper.

I know writing one measly, little letter wouldn't solve every single problem, but it was a start. And, for me, starting things was as safe as hurling myself off of a cliff. It was dangerous, scary, and unpredictable; three words that frightened me, but ironically, described me.

I just wanted to say

There were trillions of different ways I could have finished that sentence. But I didn't. I couldn't.

I heard a rustle in the seat next to me. I allowed my eyes to float towards the noise. Emmett, who had been busy in the bathroom for the past half an hour, was settling back into his seat with a couple of snacks clenched in his fists. He pulled down the tray placed on the seat in front of him, throwing the peanuts and pretzels onto it without a second thought.

"Rose," he finally said, breaking the silence as he sorted the peanuts and pretzels. "Do not, I repeat, do not eat the lasagna under any circumstances."

I shook my head with a laugh, finally placing my pen down. "Do I want to know?"

Emmett grinned, throwing a bag of pretzels onto my tray. "Unless you want to spend half an hour in the bathroom—"

"Emmett!" I exclaimed a little too loudly, causing several passengers around us to stare. I waited until all of them turned away before whacking Emmett on the chest. "That is disgusting."

"It is." Emmett nodded his head, seriously. "Promise me, you won't eat the lasagna under any circumstances."

I rolled my eyes, picking my pen up, before responding to a patient Emmett, "Yes, yes. I promise."

I grabbed the piece of paper from the tray, rereading its contents over again. The second time through I couldn't help but feel discouraged and a little annoyed as I felt Emmett peering over my shoulder.

"What?" I barked, glaring at him, causing the same passengers to look over in our direction, once again. I ignored them, this time, and waited for a response, not so patiently, from Emmett, who seemed unfazed by my mood swings.

"You're still writing that letter to her, huh?" Emmett smiled, encouragingly, and placed his hand over mine. "You know she will forgive you, right?"

I closed my eyes, sighing. "I don't know, Emmett. I really don't know."

"Rosalie, she is your best friend. Of course, she will." Emmett sounded pretty confident. And for a moment, I believed him, totally and completely, mainly for two reasons. One, he knew Alice better than I did these days. And two, he was a terrible liar. I distinctly recall always teasing him about his inability to lie, but now, I found it comforting.

"Emmett, I messed up. I messed everything up." I shook my head. I didn't know how Alice could ever forgive me. I couldn't even forgive me. I clapped my hand to my forehead in frustration.

"Rosalie." Emmett paused for a moment, causing me to look at him. When I did, I immediately regretted it. His brown eyes were trusting and penetrating at the same time; it was as if he could hear what I was thinking and feel what I was feeling. In my whole, entire life, I had never felt as vulnerable as I had in that exact moment. And I hated feeling vulnerable more than anything else. "Just write from the heart."

I sighed, almost making a comment about how cliché he was being. But before I did, it hit me that what he said was true. Cliché or not, it was true.

Emmett was right. God, he was right. And as horrible as it was to admit that, I felt somewhat relieved. I didn't have to know all of the answers. I didn't even need to ask the questions. Because, sometimes, that's what friends are for. Providing answers when you need them and knowing the questions before you ask. Plain and simple.

But then again, Emmett wasn't an ordinary friend. Well, he was more. He had always been more.

I shook that thought out of my head. I didn't want to even think about Emmett and me becoming something.

I could hear more rustling coming from Emmett. He slowly stood up and stooped down to my level, a mischievous grin spreading across his face. "I'm going to steal some more snacks."

I sighed, again, reclining against my seat. Four more hours until we land in Paris. Four more hours to write this letter.

Dear Alice,

I'm sorry. I can't even put into words how sorry I am for everything I did to you. You were my best friend and I betrayed you and your trust. I don't know if you will ever forgive me, but I hope that you can find it in that big, beautiful heart of yours to. I need you right now, more than ever, Al.

I love you so much.

I hope we can act out our favorite scenes from our favorite movies again.

I hope we can shop together in Paris one day like we always dreamed.

I hope we can be the Maids of Honor at each other's weddings.

I hope we can be the best of friends again.

Rose

I waited, anxiously, for Emmett to finish reading my letter to Alice. I paced back and forth, back and forth, next to the baggage claim.

I could see Emmett start to move towards me, my letter in his right hand. I felt my heart start to beat incredibly fast in my chest. What did he think?

"It was beautiful," Emmett breathed as I let out a sigh of relief. He handed the letter back to me with a smile on his face. I snatched the letter from him and folded it, neatly, into a square and placed it into my pocket.

When I looked closer at Emmett's face, I noticed his eyes were a little red and puffy. I felt the urge to tease him, but I bit my tongue. He had been so understanding and kind towards me. It wouldn't kill me to do the same.

I'm bringing sexy back.

Them other boys don't know how to act.

Emmett pulled his ringing phone out of his pocket, looking unabashed, and proceeded to answer his phone with a "Whasssssup?"

I shook my head as I walked closer to the baggage claim, searching for my four suitcases. Behind me, I could hear Emmett whisper, an urgent edge in his voice, "Alice, Alice, calm down."

I fought the desire to turn around and snatch the phone out of his hand.

"Rose," I heard Emmett call, turning around instantly. His brow was furrowed. He looked worried. He held out the phone to me. "Alice needs to talk to you."

I didn't even hesitate before taking the phone out of his hand. All of my worries about my friendship with Alice were out the window. All I was worried about now was her.

I could hear hysterical crying on the other end of the phone. Oh, no. I could already tell that this was bad, really, really bad. I had never heard Alice cry like this before and I never wanted to, again.

I tried to keep my voice calm and collected as I said, "Alice. Alice, what is wrong?"

There was indistinct murmuring on the other end of the line. I could hear splashing water and frenzied sobs.

"Alice, I can't help you if you don't tell me what is wrong." I felt my voice rise in panic. I had never heard Alice this distressed before. Something had to be terribly wrong.

The panicked sobs finally stopped on the other end. I could hear Alice trying to regulate her breathing, in and out, in and out.

"He's…he's…" She couldn't finish her sentence. She was breathing heavily as if gasping for air.

"Who is he, Alice?" I asked, firmly. I tried to stop my mind from whizzing around and around in circles. Every possible scenario flew in and out of my head, each one more agonizing than the last. I took a deep breath, trying to focus on asking the most simple and basic questions. It would make everything easier for Alice and me.

"Edward," she sputtered as she started to cry again. I could hear water splashing, frantically, as if she were trying desperately to move something.

All of a sudden, my throat was dry. I swallowed. I didn't want to know the answer to the question I was about to ask, but I had to ask. "Alice, what happened to Edward?"

I could hear Alice scream as if she was in excruciating pain. The splashing of the water got louder and louder. It sounded as if she were growing more and more desperate with every movement, with every scream, with every sob.

"Did you call 911?" I asked, my voice started to rise, again, in panic. I felt my heart beat faster and faster in my chest; the thump thump thump was ringing in my ears.

There was no response, only indistinct screaming. The sound was heartbreaking; it was desperate and confused and hopeless and agonizing all at the same time.

"Alice! Alice!" I yelled, louder and louder. People were beginning to stare, but I couldn't care less.

An agonizing sob came from the other end of the line. Alice's voice was faltering as if she had given up hope. "Help...us...please."

"Alice!" I felt my throat start to burn.

And then, she screamed something I would never, ever forget.

"Edward is…dead!"