The house was hushed, the kind of quiet that made rain sound like a secret whispered against every windowpane.
Alice stood immobile at the center of it, caught between this world and the one behind her eyelids. The vision swept her up, leaving her weightless—threads of possible futures swirling in a dazzling chaos. Then the noise faded, and the colors drew together into a tapestry of meaning.
The sense of connection hit first: a faceless presence, blurred at the edges but intimately woven through her days and into Rosalie's as well. Two threads, gold and fire, curled sinuously around a single, mysterious soul.
Even without a face, even without a name, Alice felt her spirit lift. Where others might have felt only envy or confusion, she recognized the rarest of blessings—a bond deeply shared, belonging to both her and Rosalie. In that suspended heartbeat, she knew joy—the fierce, weightless kind.
Joy, and something else.
The vision shifted. Like a ripple across still water, another thread shimmered in the distance—a different presence, a gravity that felt wholly unlike her own shared mate. Alice's mental focus sharpened. She saw Edward: composed, distant, yearning in a way most of the family would never notice. And moving toward him in the haze, she caught a flicker of another thread—a possible mate for Edward, approaching like dawn through mist. Again, no identity shown, just undeniable certainty in the emotional pull.
In the vision, this presence toward Edward was stronger than any past or fleeting interest he had known. The air buzzed with anticipation, as if the universe itself was holding its breath, waiting for the right moment to reveal her.
When the visions finally faded, Alice returned to herself—blinking rapidly, the edges of the moment feeling oversharp as the world returned.
She was immediately aware of Rosalie at her side, arms crossed, foot tapping in restless warning.
"Well? Finally got something clear, pixie?" Rosalie's tone was brisk, but beneath it, hope glimmered unguarded.
Alice grinned, nearly bouncing with excitement. "It's real, Rose. We share him—he's ours, and it's going to be everything you secretly hope for, even if you'd never say it out loud." Her voice was soft with certainty, all playfulness replaced by glowing conviction.
Rosalie's expression flickered—her proud mask cracked just enough to reveal hesitation beneath. She leaned in a little, voice softer but no less serious.
"Sharing a mate… that's not how things usually—should—work. It sounds impossible." She swallowed, the weight of practicality and personal pride making her cautious. "Are you sure this isn't just a trick of the vision? Some... symbolic meaning, maybe?"
Alice's gaze softened, understanding the struggle behind Rosalie's doubts. "I know it's hard to grasp. But the way the threads tangled—it was clear. Not a metaphor. We're both tied to him."
Rosalie let out a breath, folding her arms tighter. "I want to believe you, Alice. But my gut's telling me some truths are too wild to accept without proof." Her impatience returned with a sharp edge, but beneath it was the flicker of hope Alice needed to see.
Beyond them, Edward lingered just out of sight, drawn as always by shifts in mood and mind. He couldn't hear Alice's visions, but he caught the emotional shift: a pulse of pure happiness from Alice, an awkward, shaky hope from Rosalie—and, oddly, the faintest echo of something that seemed to tug at his own heart.
He shook his head, dismissing it as nerves. But the sense of change lingered.
Downstairs, Emmett and Edythe shot curious glances toward the stairs, Jasper squeezed Iris's hand, and Esme leaned into Carlisle, both of them quietly, cautiously pleased for their daughters.
The air in the Cullen home felt charged—spun with threads of joy, impatience, caution, curiosity, and something older, as if new fates had begun to weave themselves through the fabric of family.
Alice finally spun back to Rosalie, eyes bright. "And, Rose… it's not just us. I saw something for Edward too. Someone's coming for him—someone important."
Rosalie arched a brow, her competitive spark flashing again despite herself. "He could use the distraction. Maybe his brooding will finally be good for something."
Alice laughed, soft and musical, letting her hope for them all fill the house.
Rosalie's eyes narrowed slightly, hesitant. "I just hope that vision isn't bigger than any of us can handle."
Outside, the rain faded to a hush, like the world was listening in. Inside, the Cullens waited—anticipation humming through every room.
And above it all, destiny gathered energy, preparing to step out of shadow and into the story at last.
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