As Harper and Alice's relationship continues to grow, more circumstances arise around them unexpectedly.
After a frightening incident occurs regarding her dear friend, Bella Swan, Alice, and her entire family make a decision to leave the town of For...
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I tried to remind myself that the dream I'd had the night before was only that — a dream, perhaps even a horrendous nightmare.
I stood in a dimly lit room. Beneath me, a soft, scarlet carpet covered the floor, contrasting with the tall wooden ceiling that stretched high above. A chandelier hung down, casting the room's only light in a soft, unsettling glow.
Ahead, a long aisle of red stretched forward, flanked by rows of wooden benches, all facing the room's front. At the end of the aisle was a silver casket, open, with flowers laid around it in a solemn array.
Reluctantly, I slowly moved down the aisle, passing the empty benches, and approached the casket.
Inside lay the figure of an elderly woman.
She wore a pale blue floral dress with soft ruffles. Her hair, thick and curled, was snowy white, and her skin bore the creased lines of age. Her hands, warm-toned and withered, lay folded over her stomach.
Her eyes were shut, lips closed in stillness — she appeared not to breathe.
Then, as I took in the scene, I recognized the space as a church, and realized a funeral must've been taking place. Yet I was alone, the only person here with the woman lying peacefully in the coffin.
Whose funeral could this be? Why was I here, alone?
As I looked down at her, I felt a sudden presence beside me. Startled, I turned, assuming it was only my own nerves playing tricks and that I'd see nothing.
Instead, I saw the girl whom I recognized instantly. Her skin, pale as snow, shimmered under the chandelier's light, contrasting with her spiky black hair.
She wore a long, lace black dress and pointed black heels, clutching a single white rose between both her hands.
Her expression was filled with sorrow, her gaze fixed on the casket.
Without acknowledging me, she approached the elderly woman and gently lifted one of her withered hands, placing the white rose into her grasp before laying the hand back down.
I furrowed my brows, wondering who the woman was.
Did Alice know her? She must have, or else she wouldn't be here.
Alice's mournful expression made my heart sink, and I felt her sadness, though I knew nothing of the woman myself. She placed her own pale hand over the elderly woman's hand, gazing at her with ochre eyes full of grief.
"I'll forever miss you, Harper," Alice said softly, her voice thick with sorrow.
My heart jolted as I heard her use my name, addressing the woman in the casket, not acknowledging me at all.
