Alice for her part, as happy as she was to be going home, to her family, to her husband, she did not look back at Edward.
There was an icy chill between them, as if all of the anger she'd felt and put aside for saving him had come back in one fell swoop.
And it had. He had put himself in danger, she had almost lost him. If it weren't for Bella (and she will not apologize for dragging the fragile human with her) then she'd be alone in this freakish world of hers in a way that only Edward would have been able to fill.
After arriving, after stopping him, after promising The Volturi what she had. Tracing a finger over the curve of Bella's wrist on his armrest, he knows there's more. There's always more. And when they get there, even more.
He's going home. Is it home? Home was never a place before. Forks. The place his, never more than silent, heart has had spasmodic dreams about for six months. And they'll all be there, flown down from Denali because he'll be there, too.
"If they end up taking me, Jasper's going to kill you and I will let him." Alice says, her voice barely a whisper. She's staring at the closed window, her hands tight on her armrest.
He doesn't even cringe. There's a slim movement, his eye lashes almost crossing. He's been so used to silence. All of those months. Even in Volterra, unless they wanted to get a rise out of him it was silence. But the invasive press even of the known--
It's heavy, icy, exhausting more than painful. Her pain. The hazy memories of Aro wanting of them at his back. A matching set, Carlisle's children, in red by him.
He shifted Bella, pulling her in closer at the same time as he moved her, she fought it but only until her head ended up against his shoulder and he gave over one hand into hers. Her brown hair brushing the bottom of his chin, as he watched her finger move over his, and he spoke, far too blankly and quietly for her to hear, "You wouldn't have come then."
If it was true. More fact than debate, or even reaction.
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There was an icy chill between them, as if all of the anger she'd felt and put aside for saving him had come back in one fell swoop.
And it had. He had put himself in danger, she had almost lost him. If it weren't for Bella (and she will not apologize for dragging the fragile human with her) then she'd be alone in this freakish world of hers in a way that only Edward would have been able to fill.
So yes. She's angry, to say the least.
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He's going home. Is it home? Home was never a place before. Forks. The place his, never more than silent, heart has had spasmodic dreams about for six months. And they'll all be there, flown down from Denali because he'll be there, too.
And they'll expect more than silence, too.
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i may never forgive you for leaving us. me.
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It's heavy, icy, exhausting more than painful. Her pain.
The hazy memories of Aro wanting of them at his back.
A matching set, Carlisle's children, in red by him.
He shifted Bella, pulling her in closer at the same time as he moved her, she fought it but only until her head ended up against his shoulder and he gave over one hand into hers. Her brown hair brushing the bottom of his chin, as he watched her finger move over his, and he spoke, far too blankly and quietly for her to hear, "You wouldn't have come then."
If it was true. More fact than debate, or even reaction.
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