LIFE AND DEATH (edythe's pov)

Chapter 15 Probability

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Solar Midnight: Midnight Sun Reimagined (Life and Death, Book I) by beyondthedawn

Books » Twilight Rated: T, English, Supernatural & Romance, Beau S., Edythe C., Words: 224k+, Favs: 59, Follows: 36, Published: Dec 26, 2020 15Chapter 15: PROBABILITY

"Now, Archie," I began as I shut my door.

He sighed. I'm sorry. I wish I didn't have to-

"It's not real," I interrupted, accelerating away from the parking lot. I didn't have to think about the road. I knew it too well. "It's just an old vision. Before everything. Before I knew I loved him."

In his head, it was there again, that worst of all visions-the agonizing potential that had tortured me for so many weeks, the future Archie had seen the day I'd pushed Beau out of the way of the van.

Beau's body in my arms, twisted and white and lifeless... a ragged, blue-edged gash across his broken neck... his blood red on my lips and blazing crimson in my eyes.

The vision in Archie's memory brought a furious snarl ripping up my throat-an involuntary response to the pain that lashed through me.

Archie froze, his eyes anxious.

It's the same place, Archie had realized today in the cafeteria, his thoughts tinged with a horror I hadn't understood at first.

I'd never looked beyond the ghastly central image-I could barely stand to see that much. But Archie had been examining his visions for decades longer than I. He knew how to remove his feelings from the equation, how to be impartial, how to look at the picture without flinching away from it.

Archie had been able to absorb details... like the scenery.

The gruesome tableau was set in the same meadow where I planned to take Beau tomorrow.

"It can't still be valid. You didn't see it again, you just remembered it."

Archie shook his head slowly.

It's not just a memory, Edythe. I see it now.

"We'll go somewhere else."

In his head, backgrounds to his vision spun like whirling kaleidoscopes, changing from bright to dark and back. The foreground remained the same. I cringed away from the pictures, trying to push them from my mental eye, wishing I could blind it.

"I'll cancel," I said through my teeth. "He's forgiven my broken promises before."

The vision shimmered, wavered, and then returned to solidity, with sharp, clear edges.

His blood is so strong to you, Edythe. As you get closer to him...

"I'll go back to keeping my distance."

"I don't think that will work. It didn't before."

"I'll leave."

He flinched at the agony in my voice, and the picture in his head shivered again. The seasons changed, but the central figures remained.

"It's still there, Edythe."

"How can that be?" I snarled.

"Because if you leave, you will come back," he said, his voice implacable.