it had been nice to move again. alice loved the ritual of finding a new - or old - space and making it her own again. she enjoyed moving the furniture and repainting the walls. of staring at the contents of her room until they told her the way they'd like to be rearranged. having the space to reorganize your life also meant that you noticed more. things that didn't feel as true to you. alice found it a great time for reflection. to clear out the clutter of that old life to make way for the blessings of the new.
and she knew that, more than anyone, edward had blessings coming. she had seen it just as carlisle decided to move them again. and then when edward followed up with what she would be studying in school. today was supposed to be their meeting. alice hoped he would have been too preoccupied to really rumage around her thoughts. which is why she had been good and though of finishings, and bedspreads. of mundane things that could still leave the encounter up to fate.
the door creaks when it swings open. it was almost charming. the creaking make it feel more human, a little more lived in. while she doesn't have a memory of a former life it feels familiar to her. as if there is a screendoor on some back porch that creaked the same way. maybe it had been home, and now this was home. and one of her favorite people was walking through it. alice looked up from her magazine, pointer finger keeping her place as she lets it close. " soooo, " she begins, " how was class ? "
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