1) It takes Rosalie a long time to figure out what she wants to make of herself, once she has ceased to be the daughter, socialite, fiancée; perhaps that is why fate has given her an eternity to come to terms with her conflicting desires. In that regard, she remains very human, even when her heart stops beating and lies still inside her chest and her youthful blushes fade forever from her cheeks. She is fickle, petulant, wanting what she cannot have, what always will be just beyond her grasp. She’s had her chance at life, and the thought stings: what did she do that actually mattered, to...

It was two days after Emmett's accident. He still wasn't over it, he felt like he was a monster. All the things he said before, that this wasn't so bad, that this all was kind of "funny", took he back. He hated this life, and he hated hisself. Carlisle, Esme, Edward, and I, all we tried to cheer him up, that it was okay, that it was natural. But all the time he didn't wanted to listen. It was like he didn't excist. That our life was back to before Emmett came in the family. And that hurt me. A lot.

I knocked on the door. It was my turn to try to cheer Emmett up, to say that it was okay. I hoped...

3: Cry Little Sister

Rosalie and Alice had finished hunting and were slowly walking through the forest, a good 100, 150 miles from home. Alice turned her head to the darkening sky and tilted it carefully, listening almost. “It’s going to rain soon” she said, looking at Rosalie.
“What a surprise” she muttered, keeping her eyes forward. Alice sighed and Rosalie untied and retied her long blonde hair for what had to be the millionth time that day. “Ready?” she asked Alice, stopping and getting ready to run. She nodded and just before they were to take off, they heard a long high...

Emmett's POV
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'Jasper!' Alice shrieked. 'I hate you!' she growled before she lunged for his throat.

'That's enough!' Rosalie suddenly screamed. She walked over towards and Alice and slapped her hard across her face. 'What's wrong with you?'

'Babe, please,' I grabbed Rosalie's hand and pulled her softly towards me. 'Violence is no option. Alice isn't herself.'

'But she's hurting Jasper!' Rosalie whispered. 'I can't stand it when somebody hurts him. We promised each other that we will protect each other no matter what. I'm just trying to protect him.'

'Rosalie's right,' we both looked...