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Alice's POV
She was disappearing from me.
I sat perfectly still in my room, staring at nothing, because every time I blinked, her future rearranged itself. One second she was boarding a bus. Then a train. Then nothing at all.
Darkness.
I hated that kind of void. It didn't mean death, exactly—but it meant uncertainty. Renesmee was half-human, half-immortal, and her mixed nature made her harder to see, like watching a movie through shattered glass. But this? This was different. Her future was in flux. She was spiraling, slipping through every possibility like she was trying to escape fate itself.
It terrified me.
The rest of the house was silent. No one spoke. Not after she left.
Bella had gone into her room and hadn't emerged. Edward stood outside, staring into the forest like his thoughts could somehow stretch far enough to reach her. And Jacob… Jacob was just gone.
Good.
I didn't want to see him right now.
He was the match that lit the fuse. The imprint wasn't his fault, sure, but his silence was. His longing. His quiet hovering. His arrogant assumption that things would just click into place. That she'd eventually choose him. Like she was destined to.
I loved him, I did. He'd been a brother to me. Family. But right now, I couldn't stomach the sound of his name.
Renesmee was mine, too.
I remembered holding her in my arms the first time. So small. So strange and beautiful. Her little mind like a flickering dream. I'd seen flashes of her future then—her growing, dancing, laughing in the sun. But never like this.
Never leaving us.
I closed my eyes and tried again.
One possibility: her checking into a hotel under a fake name.
Another: driving a stolen car east.
Another: gone.
Dark.
Dark.
Dark.
"Alice?" Jasper's voice was soft behind me. He never asked what I was seeing—he could feel it all. The dread. The panic. The bone-deep fear.
"She's running," I said. "And I can't follow her."
He stepped into the room, brushing his fingers lightly down my arm, grounding me. "She's trying to escape the future. That's why it's changing."
"Exactly," I whispered.
"She'll come back," he said.
But I wasn't so sure.
Because every time I tried to follow her path forward, I ended up alone in a forest, surrounded by silence.