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She found me. I don't know how, but she found me. I ran so far, so long. I didn't want anything to do with any of them. Except Jacob. I miss him bitterly. My body aches for him. Not in a sexual way, in the way where I need to know he's alive, he's well. I'd fought my body. I'd kept running. Still, she found me.
"Come home, Renesmee."
I shook my head, tears in my eyes. "I can't, Momma. I can't."
"You can. We all love and miss you. Come home." She took my hand, leading.
So this is actually a follow-up drabble! Go back to #4 to see Nessie running away.