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    Broken Promise

    Briefly, in my moment of weakness, I wondered if Alice could see me back in Forks. I hadn’t seen her in two months, when I lost track of Victoria somewhere in Verona. I’d forced myself to visit my family, Carlisle and Esme especially, to let them know I was still functioning, however barely. They all looked at me with a kind of pity that angered me – I didn’t deserve any type of compassion. Their thoughts were guarded, they were thinking of only positive things that I knew masked the real thoughts.

    Maybe, if I called Alice, she could tell me about Bella . . . no. I couldn’t do that, I’d told Alice not to look into Bella’s future. And what if she didn’t see me there? Or, what if she did? I bit my lip, something I rarely did, and looked up at the ceiling. I was losing my will to stay here, in this warehouse, and leave Bella to live her life. I could feel it crumbling around me quickly; soon there would be no doubt left. I had to convince myself to stay, or I wouldn’t.

    The phone in my pocket vibrated softly, making me jump slightly. Shaking my head, I flipped it open and checked the number. To my horror, it was Alice. She never called, so I assumed she’d seen something. I couldn’t resist the possibility of answers, so I hit the button and accepted her call.

    “Edward?” She was surprised, obviously she’d thought I wouldn’t answer.

    I sighed. “Yes, Alice?” I tried to quell the storm raging inside my mind so I could concentrate on the conversation.

    She paused for a split second. “I know you told me not to . . . well, I know I wasn’t supposed to see . . . I can’t help it sometimes, you know.” She said all this in a rush, her high voice pleading with me to understand.

    “What are you trying to say, Alice?” My voice was flat, but my mind reeled at her words. I was almost positive that she’d seen something.

    “I saw Forks,” she supplied, voice quiet. “I wasn’t looking for . . . well, it just came.”

    “What did you see in Forks, exactly?”

    She paused again, longer this time. “I didn’t see Forks, exactly. I saw you running, and then you were there.”

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