When I told Alice that I was leaving, she cried.
It warmed my heart to be wanted.
I cherished her tears.
I made "love" to her.
Slow and passionate.
She cried again but not from sorrow this time.
I gathered my clothes without bothering to look presentable.
She was looking at me. Wide and blue.
Before I reached the door, she called after me.
I had forgotten my cigarettes and she doesn't smoke.
Then I left.
Oddly enough, I feel kind of empty.
Not as empty as I felt when both Bella and Rosalie left me to live their lives.
But still empty.