Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight or the characters.

AN 1: No beta, all mistakes are my own. I realize this may be a little OOC, but that was done intentionally.

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Prologue

Bella did not think this was a good idea. Entering Rosalie's private sanctuary without her permission? Nope, definitely not a good idea.

She had already received two tours of the Cullen mansion and surrounding grounds. The first, with Edward, was quick; he gave Bella a vague idea of the layout before showing off his favorite places in the house. And the second was a more in-depth tour with Esme, who described the design ideas, architectural choices, and more. On both tours, Rosalie's room was pointed out but no move was made to open the door.

So, when Alice insisted on giving Bella another tour, she good-naturedly rolled her eyes and allowed her best friend to drag her around. Alice's approach to the tour was…unique. This, in reality, did not surprise Bella. That was Alice. Instead of discussing the room or something about it, Alice mostly talked about where she had what vision or something that would occur soon in a specific location.

However, when Alice went to open the door to Rosalie's bedroom, Bella put the brakes on. She may want to be a vampire, but she was not suicidal. And entering Rosalie's room when the blonde was not even in the house? It screamed suicide. Even Emmett didn't venture into that room!

"Stop being a 'fraidy cat, Bella," Alice said, rolling her eyes at her human friend. "It'll be fine. I know these things."

To emphasize her point, Alice tapped at her temple.

Bella, in return, gave Alice a skeptical look. By this point, she knew better than to bet against Alice. But Rosalie terrified her.

Before Bella could respond any further, Alice had opened the door and dragged Bella into the room.

Bella's first reaction was surprise at how bright the room was. The one wall was almost all windows, and the walls that did have paint were a nice yellow color, like a sunflower. There was a metal, spiral staircase in one corner that led to a lofted area that appeared to have a bunch of bookshelves. In another corner, there was a vanity complete with a large mirror. There was also a bed with nightstands on both sides that matched the vanity.

It was at this point that Bella stopped appraising the room and moved slowly over to nightstand nearest her. Resting on top of the table was a framed photograph that Bella picked up when she was close enough. She could feel Alice come over to stand next to her and gaze at the picture.

The yellowing of the photo paper and black & white image told Bella that it was an old picture. She recognized Rosalie instantly, although Rosalie looked happier than Bella had ever seen. Rosalie had a huge smile on her face; her head was tipped back slightly to look up at her companion who seemed to be the only person in the world that she was aware of. Likewise, the other person in the photograph only had eyes for Rosalie, a beaming smile on their lips and dimples peeking out from their cheeks. At their feet sat a dog.

Bella could not tell much about the other person from the picture. Their clothes were pretty gender neutral; their dark hair cut short and styled in a curly mess on top of their head. But the love the two-pictured felt for each other was obvious to Bella, almost palpable despite just being a snapshot in time.

Bella turned to Alice and opened her mouth to ask who the individual was when her entire world blurred. She barely got her bearings back only to find herself face-to-face with a glaring Rosalie. Bella noticed she and Alice were now standing in the hallway. The picture, previously held in Bella's hand, was now protectively pressed against Rosalie's chest.

"Stay out," Rosalie growled before slamming the door hard enough to shake the whole house.

Alice giggled and grabbed Bella's hand dragging her off to another area of the house, while Bella tried to process what she had just seen. In the end, she had chalked it up to a precious reminder of Rosalie's human existence.

As much as Bella tried to forget the picture, however, she kept coming back to one persistent thought: I want to find someone who feels that much love for me.

AN 2: This story has been floating in my head for a few weeks, and I finally have put the words to paper. I'm only posting the prologue for now. But know that I have the first couple of chapters written. I don't expect this to be a long story, although I am still playing with some of the details. Please let me know what you think.

Update (12-JAN-19): Edited for style purposes, no content change.