Overcast

Unlike her twin, Bella, Allie had given plenty of thought to how she might die. She wasn't afraid of her mortality. Death simply... was. But in the one way that mattered most, she and Bella were exactly the same. Dying in the place of someone they loved? That seemed like a good way to go. It was noble, really.

Realistically, Allie knew that if she and Bella had never come to Forks, none of this would be happening. They wouldn't be here, facing death beneath the cold fluorescent lights of this godforsaken place. But regret never stood a chance, not against the dreams they'd dared to chase. Allie would always protect her sister. Always push her forward, even when it hurts. And Bella? Bella would always reach back and drag Allie forward right alongside her. It had always been clear for both of them: When life offered a dream beyond anything you ever expected... it wasn't reasonable to grieve when it ended. Allie screamed as the hunter stepped forward, his predatory gaze locked on her. She would move. She would fight. If not for the shattered bone of her leg... If not for the blood dripping down her temple, blurring her vision...

Really, Allie thought grimly, this was all so inconvenient.