Disclaimer: Obviously I'm not Stephenie Meyer. And I'm not getting payment for this. All recognizable characters and such belong to Stephenie Meyer who is not me.

And yes I know this is an extremely short chapter, but I have the next few written already and they are longer.

I knew how this would end. I knew how it COULD end. I was afraid of what I was doing. I mean, if it continued the way it was going, neither of us would walk away unscathed. I love this girl with all of my heart, but I'm starting to think that maybe, it isn't romantic anymore. Maybe this love I was feeling was what I would feel for a sister. I just didn't know how to tell her, how to say "Alice, forgive me. I don't feel that this relationship should carry on." Maybe I would be able to find a way for her to leave me. Maybe though she was thinking the same thing. It seemed that when she was around me, she was straining, trying so hard to keep her emotions right, like she had to work to love me.

I sat Alice down and we talked. It turns out I was right about her. She was glad I wasn't overly upset about this, glad I understood and mostly, she was glad that we would both be able to move on. Though, I guess neither of us were ready for the actual moving on bit. While we were talking, she was very calm and obviously telling the truth, but she was very sad when I told her I was ready to move on. When she agreed, her voice didn't betray it, but I could tell she was deeply sad even without my power.

When we were finished talking, I hugged her and kissed her on the cheek. I didn't let it slip that she squeezed me tighter than need be. I walked out of our room, where we'd been sitting on the bed, talking. I went down the stairs, prepared to grab the keys to Carlisle's Mercedes and take off somewhere, anywhere I could be alone, somewhere I could clear my head, maybe hunt a little. It would have to be miles and miles away from any human scent at all.

When I got down to the bottom of the stairs, looking for Carlisle to tell him I'd be going, I saw Edward and Bella, sitting in a very, comfortable looking position on the couch. Edward was sitting up and Bella had fallen asleep in his lap, head on his shoulder. I guessed she'd be "staying the night with Alice again". Her scent was as powerful as usual, but something else about the scene caused another group of emotions to hit me. I felt these waves of true love and this feeling of security, this feeling of…of…of…I couldn't put a name to it. Something like wanting, that was all I could call it. I couldn't tell which was coming from which or if they were all three coming from both. I could make sense of reasons for them to feel these, but why was someone jealous? When I thought this, Edward looked up at me. He was confused. Was Bella jealous? It obviously couldn't have been him.

I watched as Edward dismissed his curiosity and carried Bella upstairs without making a sound or any signs that she was moving, so not as to wake her. The sight made me run out the door, no car keys. I ran into the woods, as far and as fast as I could go before I couldn't stand the tedious sight of the trees flying by me anymore.

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