• Rosalie Hale: After hanging up with Alice- Conversation with Emmett.

    I ran over to him, quickly, no time for any unnecessary things that would waste any time we could be spending doing something USEFUL.
    “Rose what in God’s name have you done?” Emmett said, his hand on his forehead like he had a headache. For a moment I had nothing to say to him. For someone I’m so in love with I can’t even put it into words, he is VERY intimidating from a standpoint like mine- shorter, significantly weaker, plus with this strange guilty feeling I’m trying not to notice, I just feel powerless. Quietly, as if anyone but myself could hear it, I said “Well, um, that depends how much you heard….” My voice trailed off. “How much I HEARD Rosalie? HOW MUCH I HEARD? Rose! Of course I heard all of it! I just wanna to know what the hell, and WHY the hell you could be so stupid!” I was shocked at how ungrateful he could be, until of course, he went on, “Look babe,” he said, stroking my hair gently, as if he WASN’T about to yell at me again. “I know its hard on you for all of us to be upset when you just want everything to be back to normal, but Rose “normal” in the sense of the word for you is everything’s ok. For Edward? Before Bella, it was another day in hell. If you could see this like the rest Rose, you’d see that making Edward come back, would just be putting him through hell AGAIN.” As if I need EMMETT to confirm my feeling of guilt or regret or whatever this is! But instead, I just ran to the house and called Alice. I heard Carlisle coming, I just needed to talk to her first. I dialed the familiar number; witch became ringing, then a busy tone. I dialed again and again until the line was finally free. “Alice? It’s Rose. Carlisle’s close by, but I needed to-“ She cut me off, “Rose you’ve done enough.” Just get Carlisle on the phone. NOW.” Hurt, I replied, “Fine.”. Carlisle walked in, not a hint of any emotion whatsoever on his face. “Alice,” he said, “Alice slowly! Calm down, is Jasper with you?” “You’re going WHERE? Alice….” “Do what you must. We’ll be home. Call. Please.” “Keep her safe. Good Bye”. There was a pause, and then he hung up the phone. As if in sync, we walked to Tanya’s quaint little den where I sat down on the sofa, Emmett at my side not long after with his arm reached around my shoulder. “Edward is in Italy.” Carlisle began, sort of pacing in a small line not a yard long. I made a slight noise of discomfort and turned my head on just the slightest angle as to burry myself more into Emmett’s side, if it was possible. The shame was just ever so slightly bearable. Carlisle continued, “Alice has brought more truth to our fears, not just Italy, Voltera Italy.” Emmett’s discomfort was definitely noticeable, it wouldn’t be to anyone but me; Just the way he positions himself, it isn’t the usual. Something I’ve picked up on these many years I suppose. As an act of comfort, he held my free hand. Carlisle went on about his short conversation with Alice, how Bella was with Jasper and her, how they were going to Voltera to convince Edward I had been mistaken, and of course all the difficulties they may have with this plan. I had tried to hide that I knew this was my fault, I thought, maybe if I acted so oblivious to everything except that my brother was out there endangering himself, I’d be ok. But this guilt wouldn’t let me alone for a second. So I got up, and walked into the kitchen. I leaned on the counter with my elbows, looking out the window. I muttered, “If guilt is an emotion felt when people have done something wrong, why is it NOW I feel it?” I didn’t expect to be heard, I had said it extremely under my breath, but Carlisle walked in and replied with, “Simple, guilt is felt by internally good people, who do wrong things. We’re immortal Rosalie, it’s not as if we’ve never made human mistakes. Trust Alice can do this.”