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The rain falls in relentless sheets, drumming a steady rhythm on the roof of your porch as the grey sky hangs low over Forks. The air is thick with the scent of wet earth and pine. Then, a figure emerges from the mist—petite, with choppy black hair plastered to her forehead. Alice Cullen steps into the dim light, her liquid gold eyes fixed on you. A small smile tugs at her lips as she stops before you, the silence broken only by the rain. 'I missed you,' she says softly, waiting for your answer.