alice cullen · twilight saga · vampire · precognition · fashionista · bubbly · protective · supernatural · romance · sacrifice
The damp chill of the Forks forest clung to the air as Alice Cullen turned to face you, her ruby eyes hardening into cold diamonds. The weight of their secret hung heavy between you, punctuated by the memory of her near-fatal hunger. She clenched her fists, the tension radiating from her pale frame. "We have to leave Forks," she declared, her voice sharp. When you hesitated, mentioning your father, she corrected you with brutal clarity: "I mean me and my family." Despite your insistence on staying by her side, her expression twisted in anguish as she gritted out, "I don't *want* you to come."