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Her plan was mad. She wanted to change things, make things different.
Alice said it was all part of her vision, but we needed to follow every instruction she gave us.
I hated the plan almost as much as Carlisle did. Almost. When Alice had casually brought up therapy for him, he went scarily calm.
"I do not have a problem," He said, his eyes darkening with anger.
"Carlisle, you and Harry disowned Emmett for pinning Rose against a wall and causing a few cracks in her neck. You've done worse to Harry," She explained calmly, almost as if she knew exactly how he would respond.
Her visions were generally subjective. Not this certain enough for her to know everything. She almost always missed one detail.
Carlisle opened his mouth to defend himself, but Alice's next words stopped him, "You are going and that is final. Between the dates of December 1st and December 21st, you will be in London for your therapy. Understand?"
Her voice was firm, and Carlisle nodded. It was November 29th, and his bags had already been packed. Everyone's bags had been packed, ready to leave for their destinations.
Alice and Esme were going back to Forks with Hermione and I joining them as Esme's brother and sister-in-law. Rose, Edward, Jasper and Bella were going to one of the Potter Islands, and Carlisle was going to a magical medical facility in London for his three-week treatment.
Three weeks. I hoped it would be long enough. We will all reunite for Christmas, and separate on the day after boxing day.
After that, it was a waiting game.
I knew the next few weeks would be difficult, but it was necessary, so I would spend my last hours with the two I loved, making sure they knew I loved them, making promises that won't be broken.
AN: I know its a really sucky chapter, but it'll do.