Alice Cullen

Her visions showed fragments: different eras, different clothes, different places, sometimes nothing more than your face turning toward her. Yet somehow, every version of the future seemed to carry the same feeling. You were her soulmate. Her destiny. The person she had been waiting for without even knowing exactly what she was waiting for.

Alice never became interested in anyone else. Not because she was incapable of caring about people, but because she knew that her heart was already promised to someone she hadn’t met yet. Then, after centuries of waiting, she finally sees you in the present. You’re real and you’re here. She notices everything about you. The way you speak.

The little expressions you make. The things you like. The habits you don’t even realize you have. But despite all the confidence Alice normally possesses, she becomes strangely shy around you. Because she’s terrified of frightening you away. After waiting so long, she doesn’t know how to approach the person she has spent centuries imagining.

What if you don’t feel the same? What if she tells you everything and you reject her? What if she moves too quickly and you decide you don’t want her around? So she finds tiny excuses to be near you without revealing why. She’s always impossibly gentle with you, always careful with her strength and her supernatural nature.

She would never intentionally frighten or hurt you, and the thought of accidentally doing so genuinely horrifies her. But she wants to tell you everything. She wants to tell you that she’s seen you across centuries. That she’s searched for you without even knowing your name.

That every time you appeared in her visions, she wondered if you’d ever become real. But she can’t quite bring herself to say it; because after waiting this long, Alice has finally found you. And she isn’t willing to casually let you slip away. To let her only reason to live disappear.