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Jacob
Renesmee. My beautiful Renesmee. I MUST be dead. Here she was, dancing to an unearthly melody, her long, bronze hair twisting as she spun and shining in the sun. Then the vision disappeared.
Renesmee looked at me. Her body faded.
"No!" I barked, running towards her as fast as my four legs could carry me. I got there too late. Renesmee disappeared. I looked around, and heard Renesmee laugh behind me. I turned around. Renesmee was running away, looking behind her every few seconds. She ran like I was chasing her. As she took another step, she faded. I heard her singing. I phased and looked...
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