She had decided to run all the way back. She wasn't going to stop for anything. She didn't need to feed; she just needed to be home. Images of him, holding her in his arms, brushing her hair back from her eyes, and kissing her, danced through her head. She couldn't keep the smile from her lips.

Her world would finally be right again.

Knowing exactly where to find him, she headed North until the desert and plains became snow covered hills. Pictures flashed in her mind over and over again. The way his face lit up like a man who was able to eat after being starved for so long.

It played like a movie in her head. He would just stand before her, looking at every line and every curve of her face and body, making sure everything was as he remembered them.

Then he would touch her face. His palm would lie perfectly against her cheek as if it were designed to be there. His other hand would find her and their fingers would interlace. He would take in her smell, her touch, her very presence. Then ever so slowly the corners of his mouth would rise and he would smile at her.

She knew he would take long runs to Alaska and back, simply to cope. Her plan was to meet him there.

Entering a clearing, she stopped short.

Not even one hundred yards away he stood before her, looking up at the starry sky.

If she were able to breathe she would have hyperventilated. If her heart were able to beat it, would be racing inside her chest.

Walking quickly, she headed toward him across the clearing. She knew the instant he felt her. He tensed up, afraid to hope, afraid to turn around and find it wasn't her.

Slowly she watched him, a huge smile on her face, as he turned his entire body toward her. The images in her head hadn't done him justice. His flesh and bone were so much more magnificent that she had ever been able to conjure in her memories.

She was home. With him.

Letting go, she let all of her feelings trickle out of her, knowing he felt them too.

There was no need for apologies. There was no need to explain. He had always understood.

Reaching up she placed her hand over his heart and met his eyes.

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Quick note: I think that I should explain a bit before I give you all the end of this story. I had written a short about Alice and Jasper and how she would feel if she had to leave him. With reviews and a burst of inspiration, this story snowballed into what you all have been reading. I hadn't thought much more about the story until people started reading it so Thank You for your feedback.

Now about the story. I really wanted this story to be about the two of them and their bond, and have everything else be secondary (everything else being what happened that made Alice leave). I wanted you to experience their joy and their suffering as if it were your own. I hope they made you feel something or at least empathize with them, understand them in a way that wasn't discussed in the books. I adore the complexity of these characters. (All credit goes to Stephenie Meyer, she created them, not me. I was just inspired by them). So I decided to not explain fully where Alice went and why, just give you a glimpse. But after this last chapter I realized that it made things a bit confusing and I apologize. I wanted to give just a tiny insight into what could possibly take Alice away from Jasper without actually talking about it or explaining any of it. I wanted to leave it open, for you to imagine what you wanted. So I left it very vague which has sort of come off confusing. Wrapping this story up has been a joy! Thanks to everyone for inspiring me and for reading this.

I've been toying with writing another Alice and Jasper story inspired by this one so please let me know what you think!