RPOV

I didn't know where I was running to until I almost toppled over the slick, rocky edge. The cliffs, I thought. The rain that was gushing down made it hard to see, but it didn't matter. I was going to Jacob. The wind howled, sounding like a lone wolf in the distance, while I was pierced to the ground as realization hit me square in the chest.

It was my fault- my fault- that Jacob was dead. I collapsed to the ground screaming and sobbing in agony. Jacob was dead because of ME! I was the one who had asked him to come over tonight. I was the one who told him I was ready when I wasn't, and why he had left when he did.

"God!" I screamed into the night. "Why? Why Jacob? Why now? Why not me-!"

My voice broke off as sobs viciously rocked my body. I couldn't breathe; my breathe was coming in very shallow gasps. My arms that were clutching my sides rose up so that my hands were pulling at my hair. My dream was coming back hard and fast. My breathing became even more labored before I started becoming lightheaded and everything started to go black.

NO! I had to get to Jacob! I couldn't black out now or my family or the wolves would trace my scent here and take me home. I staggered to my feet and was about to run off the edge of the cliff when a pair of warm, big hands grabbed me around my waist.

I blacked out without getting to my Jacob.

SETHPOV

"Renesmee, wake up! God, please!" I cried.

I couldn't lose both my brother and her in the same night. It was bad enough Jacob was gone, but Nessie, too? I couldn't handle that.

I was sitting on the wet ground, holding Renesmee up with her head against my bare chest. The rain still beat down endlessly, and I didn't know how to get us both somewhere dry or how to alert the others that I'd even found her without leaving her here alone. I couldn't risk leaving her by herself in case she woke up and made another run for the cliff again.

What was she thinking? Did she honestly think that by jumping things would get any easier to deal with? That was when I realized that she wasn't jumping for no reason, for fun, like we do all the time- she was jumping to try and kill herself.

"Oh, God, Ness!" I whispered into her hair. "What do you think Jake would say about you doing that, huh? He'd say that you need to stay here and not be stupid."

I paused for a minute thinking. Jake really wouldn't want Nessie to do anything that would hurt or harm her in any way. . .

"Jake," I said into the night, "If you can here me, I promise- swear even- that I will always be near Renesmee to watch over her and protect her. I will never let her hurt herself or get anywhere close to committing suicide ever again. . . I won't let you down, Buddy."

I looked down into Renesmee's face. Her lips were still blue from the cold rain, but her color- or what little she usually had- was starting to return to normal, as well was her breathing.

"Ness? Renesmee?" I tilted her head back so that I could see her face. "Are you okay? Are you waking up?"

In response, she shifted in my arms. "My fault, " she whispered, a single tear running down her face.

"All my fault!" she said in a stronger voice, thrashing about.

I tightened my hold around her, so she wouldn't hurt herself. "Renesmee, calm down! Nothing's your fault!" Except you almost killing yourself by jumping off a cliff. "Shh, it wasn't you."

Slowly, she quieted down, but sobs still shook her body. I had to get her someplace warm and dry. I picked her up in my arms, and she whispered, once more, "My. . . Fault. . ." before succumbing to sleep.

In my arms, with her wet, tangled, bronze curls sticking to her pale, perfect face, she looked like an angel from Heaven. I tried very hard not to think of the irony as I carried her home.